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GSM:TABRITMIA
Fifth grade, either Fall 1992 or Spring 1993.
Always lost a Popsicle stick.
Couldn’t get the three-stick treat.
Couldn’t conform my behavior
To keep my third stick.
College, senior year, Fall 2003 to Summer 2004.
Joined an honors organization,
But staying in,
Required doing charitable tasks for points.
Those tasks lost their charity because of that game of points.
Current time, 2022.
Plans based on flawed data
About common elements,
Which benefits “them,”
Ready to enslave humanity.
I know myself well
As ESG won’t be a fun “game:”
It’s like that third stick;
It’s like those devalued charity tasks.
This “game” is insane.
“Their” plan is inhumane.
The planet won’t be saved
Even if you had a savvy strategy if you played!
“They” used corporate shields and fancy conferences
With “actors” to keep humanity at bay
While buying and polluting the planet.
(And I don’t mean with the hoax of the common elements.)
And yet,
“They” want
To poison the planet and humanity
With their destructive “games!”
Minds, hearts, souls, forms
Already hurt by celestial misunderstandings millennia ago
And now in a state of societal psychosis by “their” recent “game:”
Prepare and heal your sovereign self!
“They” don’t deserve your time.
“They” don’t deserve your data.
“They” don’t deserve your power.
“They” don’t deserve your soul!
Using dogma to create “their” cage,
To speed up our separation,
“They” tweaked plans,
Hastening “their” operations.
Don’t let “their” poisonous plans
Keep harming your DNA,
And make you a slave to “their”
Carbon and Nitrogen “games.”
Expand your mind, heart and soul.
Let your energy flow.
Reconnect humanity.
With the planet’s natural flows.