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This is the RMS of Psych,

It steams off with No Anchor,
And works much like a Coded Banker,

The mail is a stumble towards a real Goal,
After you open it, you will bare witness to No living Soul,

Imagine a drift upon the Sea, above the water flies a little Bee, and as the storm peaks, that little bee is what you can't See,

As the RMS Stops...Your mind Drops,
There is a story not told but whilst it takes a Bend, Just understand there is nothing after your End.

Poet: Vynolyn Naidoo

⚠️Disclaimer: this content is archived for reference only. It was originally created as argumentative material (‘ammo’) for comparative religion debates. With further development in psychology and MHPSS practice, this work is now recognized as ethically inappropriate and not aligned with current professional standards. It must not be used, applied, or replicated.







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