This is a Farm


living on a fringe, so sex hurtled 
woman provide lacuna, lobotomy while 
the architecture changes around you
Gentrifying, market buying would not realize You are in a prison !!
Every dower, every volatile converse, encounter
mired by a single mind in different bodies 
veiling memory, shrouding psyche 
those with more, pay more, at the end you are what you spend 
Sold to the world - You think you doing a job
until recovery tips and find out, This is a farm!
Cattling of the human life from school to sodomy
You must pour your ore share of money
You would be given to the dislodge for that is the only chasm 
fight as distraction for essence sauntering
disgusting life, It's all a game to them
madness as punishment everyone is in on it
you are inside life they say, Everything goes
no sanctity for the human life, no holds barred
memory, fight against forget remember your shame
know it's conduce, depraved humor wicked souls 
everybody knows everyone
everybody knows everyone, There are no curtains 
sex and consumption from brim to brim
enduring retardation and forget 
shoring the cross eyed and quick rolled up for the other world 
addicted to buying market, rich men acting poor 
read and masturbate away their essence
it is the making small, the infantile, the beggared 
no matter how old the pussy no matter how close
to the reacess of your memory in new light, new information 
every encounter sexual, every encounter a betting slip
hoping to cash out on unavoidable sodomy 
it's demonic, in constant renovation you couldn't remember, or 
Remap your trauma, But No!
Not to the sutra reader, No!, No image escape the pineal gland 
sugar fart and the forget - keep reading to protect your sex opened sheathing 
fill up the burlap sacs, psychic air with words  
priest using energy chalice to make congregation high 
Transubstantiation, ominous Choir and mind control on a large scale
Ogbanje Christianity, essence in the confessional
jumping up to praise the lord, 
The women are loading you with essences in every praise and worship
You don't have a community you have an occultic Christian society 
Christianity is a zombieing of the largest scale 
sex spires accursed nature a hunger  and it's in everything 
there's a wickedness in the thought that shackle hiccups
an incomplete an insufficient
by animalizing themselves they ripped their tongue out
and must brave an eternal thirst 
it's demonic living, a well kept goodbye 
slavery never ended, civilization is a prison everything you've ever known of society is wrong and a lie
the world is deluded running on forget 
men powering transformers as punishment for hoarding semen
we try to run, they make the town pestilent
200 human beings in Benue, buried with a swipe of finger 
I should hope my children would find freedom
on the plains of Taraba riding wild horses
I pray he never envies civilization 
I pray he never grows old
don't every us, and our roundabout riding Lexus
we are all prisoners, itching to return home.



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