“We shatter the foundations Of all You hold dear So we can Build Back Better Without having to clear The land In preparation for the grand plan ….clap your hands Out there In the grandstands….!”
It’s the same old Story From the same ole Stage There are no limits To the Wars that are waged There are no moments In this programmed plague That come unbidden From the goldenCage
“Repent for your sins, God has smitten you down!” Scream the voices from The Blue watchtower..:: As Red Blood floods In this sacred Hour (It’s Now or Never… The takeover is clever…. Engineered fear Dressed up like Heaven)
……..but that is bullshit
….just twisted political Bait from the pulpit….
As any Fool knows The Mother is always blamed Shamed and Tortured again While the wraiths in the Ivory Tower Shower the land With powerful bands Of electromagnetic powers That were seduced into this Realm A shadowy summons from the Hidden Hand…..
When the blind intellect Becomes deluded With its own Pretense of the throne It terrorizes the Body And the blood and the bones It has lost its grip On the soul Just a sinking ship On a timeline that slips Further each day Into the arms of sweet decay.
“ calm down silly people …::::: we are sending help…… We’ve been building the lies We are preparing to sell…. We will make you beg for what we have in store One little knock On one little door One Little Rock on one little shore Is all it takes ……. When the levee breaks And the New Grid Goes Up
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