Where did you freaks come from latch on film on the metaphysical realm? Where people love others, talk of love, and can love who they love and be loved, and all this planet filled with Love
Who are you all the same, not the same as born why are we here? of us, applausing yourselves, where’s your love not on this metaphysical Earth, with the rest of us
While it was young men, and everywhere I went, I was surrounded by young men, now it’s beastiality and everywhere I go you same people have dogs, who are you all alone, wandering somewhere, looking for something, can I ask you, where to find yourself?
Are you people real people? And do you have brains and a heart beating or any form of kindness or compassion? The machine says you have a pulse
Yet why so much like an apparition? Do you have extension in space beyond yourselves? And why has hell surfaced in your laughter?
Did you crawl out of covid houses, entombed in your nowhere realm
Opened the flood inside poured hell
What exactly is going on? Are you looking for love? But where did it go? It went out looking for love – but if you’re looking for Love again in your heart why do you keep mocking yourselves?
Blessed Graffiti Poesy 
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