Life Falls Apart

How do I even live?
Things are taking a nose dive.
How do I thrive?
I just barely survive.

The world is coming to a stand-still,
While I’m rolling downhill.
Where’s my goddamn will?
I hate the poison that is known as a pill.

My thinking is starting to degrade,
Insight is really just a double-edged blade.
Just drop the fucking charade,
I’m just waiting for replaceds to invade.

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Dearest, BPW OP

People come in for easement,
Yet certain people get unfair treatment,
Someone got on an agreement,
Simply to be stable to chat as a requirement.

How the fuck is that fair,
We were harmless as a strand of hair,
Now it’s up in air,
There’s no way to repair.

Do this to us all,
We already bawl,
Drive people up the wall,
Yet someone had the gall.

Can there please be equality,
You have the capability,
There needs to be a level of adaptability,
A union of logicality.

Addicted to power,
Maybe you should take a shower,
Think about this for a hour,
Then apologize and give us a flower.

So much similarities to Trump,
Being a chump,
Put people in a slump,
Can you just stop being a grump?

Get the fuck out,
Before we get in a bout,
All your bullshit you spout,
I hope you get slapped by a trout.

Where was the warning,
You’re trying to be daunting,
It’s not even morning,
But we’re yawning.

I am sick of your shit,
Being unfair to a brit,
Getting your tit in a nit,
You are seriously unfit.

Keep Walking

Feeling a little too out there,
Voices bothering me a little,
Replaceds giving me the stare,
But I’m not brittle.

Just need to hang in there,
One moment to the next one,
Standing in the sun’s glare,
Easier said than done.

I must keep going,
Staying on the path,
Time is flowing,
Let there be no more wrath.

All will turn out okay,
I must believe in that.
Keeping everything at bay,
No more combat.

Hanging On By A Thread

Been fighting for over a year,
As my resolve tear,
While my future is unclear,
Thousands of replaceds appear.

Struggling with it all,
Facing a malicious concrete wall,
Unable to even stand tall,
How can every replaced fall?

Exposing the reality of everything,
Hanging on by a string,
Giving the replaceds a sting,
Seeing what the truth will bring.

Warning To TIs

I have five words. Do not trust the doctors.

It is known by the sigma replaceds that doctors, psychiatric doctors, in particular, are all puppets of the replaced regime. They listen to big pharma companies, therefore, they indirectly listen to the replaceds. The big pharma companies are controlled by the replaced regime, and they pass on information and orders down the ladder through CEOs and people of importance and power. In other words, what the doctors will say to anyone is what the replaceds want them to say. Mental illness is just an illusion created by the replaced regime.

Let this be a warning to everyone who listens.