The Tel-lie-vision a distractive smoke screen.

Information mislead from truth.

Owned by the collective shadows.

Miscommunicated by corporate greed.

Planned by the unseen.

Luring you away from the center point.

Unable to heal the deep generational trauma of not belonging.

Concealing the path to discovering unimaginable powers.

Turn off the projector and starve the loosh leaches from their menu.

Unplug the cords of depletion.

Look closely at the deception of the moving pictures,

And delete the lines that dehydrate your legacy.

No longer engage the attention seekers,

Who twist your thoughts and contaminate your dreams.

Stand still and behold the symbols turned upside down.

Once inspirational benumbed into horror pictures and nightmares.

Will you be the one to break the shackles

And dissolve the wicked witches that cackle in your inner ear?

Shapeshift totems back to their original vitality.

Pick the awareness as fruit from its branch.

Taste and turn away from the smoke screen and lies.

There was never a burning house.

You were always safe in the warmth of your own home.

Indulge in sweet dates and hot cocoa.

Allow visions of innocent laughter one step at a time.