Mind Control

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Mind control is like a ball that rolls and takes a serious toll on the "unknown."

Yet, very few really know how to prevent the mind from delusional conclusions, left looking for a solution for this "evil" pollution.

Having NO idea how powerful the mind is...creates a life time of trying to forgive.

But we cry and sigh saying, "This isn't the way to live."

The absence of mind control can force everything that's loving and sweet gentle touching, clutching because your mind is filled with absolutely "NOTHING."

A weak mind is capable and repairable but it enables "EVIL" to prey on you like a snake slithering through the woods on a hot summer night.

The mind controls our lives so cherish and hold it very tight.

We all have imperfections but some feel the need to hold and collect them.

Let's not devide a wrong into sections and then point fingers screaming "correction."

When we judge, we are opening the heart for future grudge.

And then once we realize, we start to criticize.

But why?

"NO" two people have like-minds.

You have yours and I have mine.

You should decide which mind will keep you content.

I want the mind that lives in present.

The other mind is far from kind yet, so easy to locate, pick-up and call it "mine."

Falso mind control- you think you know but quick to go because of the unknown.

A weak mind will always "NEED" to know why. That's when pain and suffering settles deep inside. Causing depression, In need of direction and some affection to stop the mind from guessing.

Who created this strife?

I'm tired of looking down at this long kitchen blade knife.

A world of sacrifice and people paying the price.

Life is like rolling dice.

You roll it once; you roll it twice.

Hoping that the outcome will be alright.

Mind control is the key to what we "NEED" to see.

Daily lives become filled with good deeds.

Everything is clear....Now you can face your fears.

Your "thoughts"....Finally sincere.

Your "intuitions"....No longer hintig at the mind because your days are now filled with nothing but sunshine.


~~~Kena~~~

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