18 = 47

SlavaOn

Jedi Master
18 = 47 is the poem's title.
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I have never heard or read
a historian
who had any regard
for the truth
when you aren't a sleuth
you have no idea
what's truth and what's not
this is how they got
you to pick up the soap
they have given you so
much rope
from its weight's alone
your mind is bending
the controlled destructions
of what's still standing
is near complete
the art of deceit
is so refined, it became science
which is so rigged
like a stock market
just another trick
the magician has up his sleeve
tangled webs that they weave
to soak the gullible
they run interference
con-artists, con-scientists
and con-polititians
if you don't have clearance
then you are just a dupe
or a dope, or simply a goy
and they will destroy
your arts, your roots
and everything else
that you find dear
New World Murder is near
the golden word
has already been said
the cabal created
fake pandemic aka
flu epidemic
the doctored virus
shuts everything down
for that alone
it gets the crown
of the most successful
psyop in history
it will bring pseudo-savior
who is it? Still a mystery.
One from top families,
with peerage and noblesse...
... well educated...
Can you venture a guess?
Tribulations are coming
no dice
my only advice,
just do what it takes
to expose the fakes!
 
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