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The Hypnotist's Channel
Before the poem itself, I'd just like to point out this isn't a recent piece of mine, in fact, it's coming upto being four or five years old as I wrote it not long after my fourteenth birthday. I'd consider it the first half-decent poem I ever wrote, and I thought I'd share it, as a small insight to my growth as a writer.
Channel 7 as it's known by the viewers,
They think they see a lightshow,
You know they're hooked from the go,
The people watch the patterns for hours,
Controlled by the dominant power,
A world where freedom has soured,
But the Hypnotist's Channel is free,
They send you pictures and sound,
Subliminal message abound,
And now the people aren't the people at all,
An empty clone of the state,
All they've learnt is to hate.
They don't realise the channel is pulling their strings,
They've got their instructions in mind,
But to the source they are blind
And the masses, they follow in millions,
Do what the Hypnotist says,
The viewers live in a haze,
But I doubt the people will ever be free,
They are brainwashed to love,
That higher power above,
And no-one realise it's all Channel 7,
They just see visual thought,
Through their TV they're taught.
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the tea gods
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