EVIL SPIRIT VOICES BOMBARDING MY PEACE

Wake up world

There are voices

All around you

Or maybe

It’s best to never know

About it

What is there to gain

Knowing the reality

Can seem so insane

 

I just felt

One of them

Jump onto my chair

These invisible beings

Their voices seeming

To fill the air

 

Acting twisted

And methodical

Didn’t you know

They want to connect with you

They want you

To let them through

 

Perhaps they want you

To do EVP

This can let them through

Or a Spirit Box

Or a Ouija Board

These can let them through

 

Or automatic writing

Or a pendulum

These to can let them through

 

At first

They’ll seem nice to you

But then…..

The voices will come

The voices

Then the physical attacks

And the voices

All day

All night

Through and through

Once they get through

They’ll really start talking

Talking and talking

Bombarding with their voices

Lies

Lies

They’ll tell so many lies

Lies perfected

Like you never knew

 

These are the entity voices

That now got through

Daytime

Nighttime

Silence being blitzed

Silence being set alight

An audio plight

Beyond imagining

 

When they get through

EVP voices

Like Trojan Horses

Always wanting to get through

Bringing their gifts of deception

Waiting for

The gate to be opened

 

A Ouija Board

Could bring them through

A Spirit Box

Could bring them through

EVP can bring them through

 

Voices and more voices

Like strafing war planes

Voices and more voices

Like Zeppelins over London

Voices and more voices

Like ninjas over the walls

Voices and more voices

Like radio doomsday

Voices and more voices

Like Krakatoa going off

In mid-afternoon

Voices and more voices

Like shadows in rebellion

Voices and more voices

Like toxic waste

Washed up on a beach

Voices and more voices

Like solar flares

Knocking out grids

Voices and more voices

Like monuments

Toppled and trampled on

Voices and more voices

Like flying saucers

Cutting the powerlines

Voices and more voices

Like amphibious landing craft

Hitting an Atoll

Voices and more voices

Like napalm in the Middle East

Voices and more voices

Like secret societies

Secretly in cahoots

Voices and more voices

Like television fixations

At breaking point

Voices and more voices

Like steel blades

In a Thracian field

Voices and more voices

Like piracy outlawed

By the Crown

Voices and more voices

Like restless nights

Under neon hypnosis

 

Sleep deprived days

Sleep deprived nights

Look out the window

Looking for the world

Seeing descending

Beings of mystery

 

My light tonight

Is a defiant flame

 

Stars so far away

Unknown life forms

So very near

 

Truth bent like rebar

They build pillboxes

Too shoot voices at psychics

 

Here I am

Living it

One day at a time

 

What have you found

With such exploration unraveled

O’ theater of lies

Ouija Boards

Can bring you lies

 

Recognize

The chasm below

And above

 

Alchemical

Reflections

Spray painted on walls

 

Ouija Boards

Can bring you voices

 

Voices setting

Invisible traps

 

Voices watching you

When you wouldn’t

Want them to be

 

Voices at three in the morning

Opening portals

With machinery

Into this dimension

 

They want

To get through

 

In the middle of the night

Invisible eyes

Seeing through minds

 

EVP could bring them here

Spirit Boxes

Could bring them near

 

Ouija Boards

Could kick in doors

 

Wake up world

Or go back to sleep

I’m not sure which is better

I’m not sure which to keep

With the Sun

The voices rise

With the Moon

The voices rise

 

When the voices rise

They can overtake

Your day

 

Now that they are in

Now that they are connected

Now that they

Are given access

To perceptions

 

With the Sun

The voices rise

 

With the Moon

The voices get wired in

To your fatigue

 

With the Sun

The voices remain

 

Dimensional doors

Broken

Pierced

Hit with artillery

Scrambled with

Audio distortion

 

With many crows

Perched on many fences

 

Ouija Boards

Can pierce the door

EVP and Spirit Boxes

Can scramble

With audio distortion

 

Flying under radars

That line the coast

Flying under and above

Personal beliefs

Flying all around you

So that

They’re already there……around you

 

Voices…..

Telling you things…….

Warped

Distorted

Extorted

Exploited

Mythical

Illogical

Ruinous

Devious

Contagious

Noxious

Poisonous

 

Out of alignment

With all things

You thought

Were real

Taking it

To the limit

With EVP

And the door

Could fly off the hinges

 

So why record

In hostile territory

Why record

In barbed wire

Audio fields

Why record

When quicksand is everywhere

Why record

When spiritual madness

Comes down to us

As moonlight

Why record

When doors are often

Easily broken

Why record

When windows

Are vulnerable to the rocks

 

Why record

When the mind

Is not

A solid fortress

 

Don’t record

Lest the flood gates open

And tides of voices rise

 

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May, 2018

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