"FRIENDSHIP DETERIORATED"

I wrote this prose, this poem, these lyrics in Word. I feel these thoughts, these words that I typed into Word today fit into so many scenarios of life in 2024. Divide & conquer is the foundation for controlling men to take over lives of humans. Families and friendships of many years are split apart as the division between truth & lies has become a blurred reality. My friend chose the pillars of mind control of the faux lies of the orange buffoon. I choose light, freedom, and conquering fear to promote unity in America.

FRIENDSHIP DETERIORATED IS A FOREGONE CONCLUSION

Once upon a time,

Once again without reason or rhyme

Another one bites the dust.

I think now, yeah, our friendship

Developed a sort of rust

Of earth not covered by foliage,

But with dry sand

Sifting across the desert of courage of breaking Joshua trees

In the desert land

The dry sand sifted onto political emptiness

Of your own precipice

Of peculiarities of negative vibes

Of your God

And your Bible of War

For

Your anti-Christ,

Of perpetual cursing of women

And differences of human realities of being.

You severed our ties

Because of the orange buffoon lies

So, you say,

Yesterday

NO more for our friendship of 24 years.

So, I cried tears

Of sadness at your departure into

Oblivion of mind control of the masses

And classes of ill fought strife of nothingness

I now bid you farewell

To tell your own tale

Of your life

Of strife

Of life.

I move forward with my heart intact.

No lack

Of pride

And not by your side.

I am okay today I say

Goodbye my friend, my amiga!

Of many years

I have no more tears.

I do not fear

My own intent

Of time to be spent

Upon this Earth

To promote

Humanitarian ways

So remote

Concern to your faux Christian Nationalist views

Of lies,

Of gaslight,

Of mind control,

To divide and conquer the world.

So, the anti-Christ stands on your side,

By your side

I will no longer stand by you now,

Or in the future of how

You said,

As I lay my head

To remember your harsh words.

“We must take a break for a while. I might block you.”

I was upset with this scenario,

But no longer cry because I do not worship

The golden calf, nor want to live in a world of us vs them.

So, you are easily controlled by the world

Of chaos and discrimination of others

So, I will go my way.

Today

At Almost 75

I will stay in my own beehive

Of belief of no mind control.

I will not sell my soul

To the future of your dystopian world

Of a dark aura of hate and your book of the Bible

Now flawed by the anti-Christ, hate of all people

That do not think like you, act like you, look like you.

Go to your church, listen to lies,

I sigh,

“It is done. You spun your destiny to the dark side.”

I do not care about your ideas of a dystopian society ruled by dark lords and liars of all reptilian proportions of fairy tales of your controlled brain of dark lords.

I walk away

Today

I say,

I feel,

I feel like me,

Goodbye.

Written by

VICKI LAWANA TRUSSELLI

JULY 27, 2024

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