This is the swan song..... Demonacrobaticommunist beer pong twisted into misty fists of sovietLiberal newDawns In Daze of Knights in masks and disArmoured Rights and Lefts that rise enMasse to hail the new Pawns as they are swapped for Queens and Kings on the chessboard of Light and Dark flights of Fancy Rapt Attention as sewn Dissension begets new Dimensions of Red Imposition
Get into position My friends Let's say this simply so the useful idiots Can begin to rescind their terror Let's open leaden lids and wipe the mirror Clean, this dream is about to get more twisted Yet, Resistence just a false flag assistance from the Scripted Set and Setting as Debts are counted and regrets embedded in mounting Systems of Slavery
The flavor of this mess Order out of chaos as the agitators profess ....politik pointing to prolific policies of pathetic arrest of sovereignty as the blessed messengers confess their incompetency
This is the Swan Song I want to say it straight but my finger-tongue obfuscates and nameless shame penetrates reminiscences of the defenseless days of burning stakes and bludgeoned brains laid to Waste in bodies I've been alive inside in times like these in lives that bleed the broken neural codes that fold me back into Somatic Steeds that weave my Soul through dreams and Seams too numerous and bold to behold in scenes that flicker through golden Reels of Old.
This is the Swan Song Born once more to bore my way through this maze of Youth and Age in a new Play written on the script of the burning Page that smoulders with the smoke of Burning Sages On the stage of Time, trapped by my own Will to Feel the rage and Weild the Wage of War up my Spine.... Just trying to climb my way out... Rewind the fine twine of the cage of mind and threads that bind me to this climate of crime projected from inside the blind screen of shouting demons Acrobats of simulated semen priming the new aeon to line up.... One.... More.... Time..... As the Cycles Ride the Tide of this Massive Wave of mutating Mind..... in a sideways glance I watch as the Trance takes over.... The melody of mania dances through the crowds as the Swan Song Hovers...... frozen.....
Each side feels entirely justified In their hatred It was planted inSide Each wide open I Thinks it sees what Lies Beneath The threshold of Belief ….thinks itself revolutionary A bastion of truth On this merry-go-round ….carnival set loose Within the fairy ring of Loud Mouths Proclaiming their own Bias To be so Sweetly Sound
Each Side swears this is the End Of Something But What Thing is It That is crumbling Now? Where is the finger pointed? Sharpened like pencils Scribbling within stenciled lines To draw the boundary Around their captured minds…::: Terror and fear, ( oh dear…. Hear we go again The pendulum swings and brings The opposite demons into the ring) That which one cannot Own Within Becomes the Face of the Beast That threatens to Swallow the World :::l i s t e n. U p. B o y s. N. G i r l s::: Untangle the threads in Your own bitter heads Defragment your own HeartDrive And own your own sins Because what you See Is What You Look With Clear the connection And strengthen the bandwidth So you don’t fall Prey To the illusions that ‘They’ Have woven into your brains.
“When you're out on the road and feelin' quite lost Consider the burden of fame And he who is wise will not criticize When other men fail at the game”
Take A Deep Breath Reel in your Ache The frightened Eyelids Believe they are awake But the heavy weight Of the masters of Fate Are spinning and spinning As the sleepers debate….
The strangest thing about living behind screens Are the I~s who believe They can hide their own seams But the constant toll Of the endless Scroll Makes it so easy for their Souls To be seen ….
So take a deep breathe And step into the center And reel in the hatred That breeds more terror.
What we are seeing is the changing of the guard from the old Industrialists and bankers to the new Alien God AI Technocrats.
Technocracy is the new, New World Order😶”
~George Kavassias} …………………………………..
Original post from 2016
The TrumpEts blast has resounded 😉 The old gods have been dethroned,their atrocities disclosed by the new gods,whose atrocities will seem like salvation to the blind deaf and dumb
This Level Inthe Game is always interesting The question is…. How many will Level Up and build up their Hearts and hit points so they can withstand the final boss?
{The eye that looks is the I that Sees At the end of the telescope the I~s of Me~s}
What happens when the Players are all addicted to Pills n Thrills and BellyFills? Willing Slaves in the Gilded Cage…. ‘He who controls the endocrine system,controls the wo/man” Ever seen an addict and what happens when they begin to withdraw? And the length they will go to to satiate the SkinCrawl? Now multiply that on a mass worldwide scale and turn up the WWWSmartMeter5g Frequencies and don’t blink! The Walking Dead are scrambling to be fed 😉
Do you see what I see? Do you hear what I hear? Do you remember how this goes?will you choose to forget…again?
As the GildedCage is unveiled step by step The factions perfect their roles Withdraw your projections and heal the Infection And reMember the Embers of your true souls We ride the carousel and hide the fairytale Beneath layers of Maze We know how this ends but we do it again Our Spirits confined in the Daze There are no bars there are No chains There are no restraints we havnt agreed There is a Way out of the Play When you tenderly plant your SelfAsASeed
BlissNinja 