Controlling


The eyes of the sky
Torment us. Bringing the demos
From down below and storing
Them in our heads.
Controlling our thoughts and
Ruling the universe.
They make us do things that at
The time we feel we have no control
Over. We regret not fighting back
In the end. Some people
Are stronger than others and finally
Get rid of those demons while others
Fail to realize that it is their body
And they are in control. In the
End it is just a dream... or
Is it?

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