When these words be found that I now pen,
there will have formed a group who ken,
this tome will be found in two double o eight,
by a bloke out walking by the side of a gate.
The bloke will slip in the field of a cow,
in what he steps in I'll not tell you now,
he'll land right in it but afore limping home,
he spies a hole which contains this tome.
He be very sad landing in that muck,
but finding this is a stroke of luck,
So here in scribe I will now portend,
what is likely to be before the so called end.
There'll come a time, more or less,
when some folk realise the world be in a mess,
they begin to search, if it be their urge,
to find the truth of this terrible scourge.
They'll think that something fishy's going on,
and the words from their leaders just one big con,
many people will suffer and a lot of dying,
because those leaders can't stop their greed and lying.
Many of those leaders that be in control,
believe it or not they be void of soul,
you can't call them human cause that be a lie,
all they want from you is to work, suffer and die.
Folk come to realise if they do the math,
that the word that describes them be psychopath,
if they dig a bit deeper on the powers that be,
the term they'll discover is ponerology.
Alarm thee not with my very strange tale,
but humanity sleeps soundly in one big jail,
I'll spell it out and I will thee warn,
all be brainwashed from the day they be born.
From religion to schooling twill all be designed,
to stop critical thinking and make folk blind,
they control the media, influence what you think,
the most spud-like of couch potato can't even blink.
There be dark plans afoot by the powers that be,
but not for mans benefit you will see,
my couldron be clear, I espy nine one one,
there will never be a greater con.
You don't need Sherlock to work that one out,
you do the deed and then point and shout,
at the very folk that you wanted to frame,
it be as old as the hills, the pathological game.
When you see the modus of the great false-flag,
try not to falter and loose your rag,
you can convert that anger of raw emotion,
and channel your thinking into a creative motion.
But don't be fooled by new-age stuff,
it be set-up to be a double bluff,
to keep the flock feeling nice and cosy,
believing love and light will make things rosey.
Just take a mo and think it through,
you may send sweet thoughts to make them do,
but any love you might care to so transmit,
the soulless may receive like a bucket of sh-t.
then they'll use your gift of energy true,
to grin with glee then think 'STUFF YOU',
your gift could reverse what you required,
your reality bubble collapsed, all expired.
Fear not, truth seekers for there will arise,
a beacon of light afore your very eyes,
a network of souls with a common intent,
created by a most selfless lady and gent.
peering into my couldron from this misty den,
what is going to be, I do now pen,
and if you hanker for truth of the psychopothy threat,
you'd not be amiss to visit:- http://www.sott.net/
Nice work!
