Cut Through The Matrix - A Poem by M.N. Hopkins You were taught distrust By those you can never trust Cut through the matrix You were taught distrust By those you can never trust Taught to never trust yourself You were taught distrust By those you can never trust To always be confused You were taught distrust By those you can never trust Demons have your ears You were taught distrust By those you can never trust Evil now controls your communities You were taught distrust By those you can never trust Locking down your brain from reality You were taught distrust By those you can never trust Poisoned bodies, emotions and minds You were taught distrust By those you can never trust Be foolish no more You were taught distrust By those you can never trust Awaken to this truth You were taught distrust By those you can never trust Submission to liars ends now You were taught distrust By those you can never trust Trust only in yourSelf and in God You were taught distrust By those you can never trust Trust only in the Divine You were taught distrust By those you can never trust Unite with your friends and families You were taught distrust By those you can never trust You will become scam proof You were taught distrust By those you can never trust Trust in the hands of Providence You were taught distrust By those you can never trust Cut through the matrix © 2021 M.N. Hopkins Note: This poem was inspired while listening to: Alan Watt (Feb. 28, 2021) Great Reset and Experimental Vaccine Informed Consent. I can highly recommend you google him and listen to any of this discourses. I wrote this in the stanza form of poetry a few days ago and published it for the first time on my blog today, the 5th of February, 2021.
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