Theft – Mimsi Flowers and Notions

Influencing Verbiage
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Weaving awkward words unbelievably infiltrated by a source
Who has bent reasonable human consciousness and time
Organizing underneath hidden conversations of the elite
Dictating to mankind frightening beliefs of death and scheol
Creating fear and hatred, and intolerance by falsifying lies
Freedoms eliminated; intelligence dissipated; imaginations empty
Colliding human beings, bending core character, remains nothingness
Grievances uninhabitable; the loneliness of the angelic godhead sits
Found are words that bend ears into manifestation matrix ideologies
Their pat verbiage we’ve acutely hypnotized and weaved like experts
Awaken to your own thoughts that were given to you so graciously
To hold them as yours and shan’t ever change a thing eternally
Your being is your gift; do not give it away; as you’re not a whore
Now stay where you’re at. Don’t move and eat only the finest fruit
Stay far from repeating their verbiage that binds you eternally
Speak you, and only you, and do it in love, for the Matrix will vaporize
Do not judge the fallen, but turn from that universe, and offer your hands
It’s not a place for survival. No.
The terrain is rugged and the waves are ferocious.
Learning to swim is mandatory for survival.
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However the atmosphere is compelling me to open my wings and fly from the verbiage and voices of earth.
I must accomplish this
One task at a time
One goal
God

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BoJenn @December 13, 2018

Stealing Flowers

(Assumptions and Boundaries)

Some have come to steal our flowers, the secrets of the herbs
How brave are the humans who come to our gardens,
And walking on wee flowers and picking those with their selfishly desires
Never asking if they can, and tumbling over the heavy placed towers
The statues of cement that line the wooden fence, secrets held swollen so tightly
Grabbing at the weeds and tossing them over the fence, as if, one can, indeed
Who gave you permission, you’re not a friend, but ~ GURRRR, instead!
Perhaps a foe, are you? For boundaries crossed in lovely quiet spaces
Where the lines are etched deeply in sand, and you who cross despite the rejections.
Dare you not know the inner chambers, nor the thoughts, that birth each moment
And why do you assume, because being a woman
That you may make foolish assumptions
And graze within my garden so soon?