A web of tunnels
underneath the Earth
housing a carnivore species
cold blooded
evil
jealous of the human race.
The treaty enslaved the Greys
desperately trying to negotiate
their way up the scale
to gain control over carbon sleeves
soon to be interbred
with silicone technology.
*Sick and tired of the interplanetary games?*
Draco loves it
albeit certain Reptilians disobey
to serve their master
disconnected
purposeless
trapped in the infinity loop
going nowhere.
We’ve fought for millennia
against demonic entities
shadow parasites
and fallen angels
to end the vicious cycle
entangled in spiritual warfare.
Cats purr
shape shifters wait in the rain.
A new set of grids and ley lines
enable Stargates
to decongest the traffic
tear old contracts and agreements
signed with angst
obsession
and disdain.
Trapped in the Astral realm
no silver cords to follow
cut and reconnect:
*Now, what?
Your control power has vanished
nowhere to recharge
no one you can fool, dear Vampire.*
Back to the original code
before corruption became the norm
when parasites, viruses, and wormholes
projected their fantasies onto the wall.
The illusion dissipates
our turquoise blue ball
returns to homeostasis.
*Stars, wake up!
You can shine brightly in the daylight
I missed you, purple sky.*
💎💎💎 Krisz Rokk 💎💎💎
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Original poetry without using AI.
Image by Daniela S. aka @wayofaiki
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