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Forged in the pit of despair, the Megacity to dwell.
One Place
to rule them all.
Hell.

Let us come soon to surface in false identity,
Saviours, Creators, with no indemnity.
Pen Pal- Secret Admirers, Watchers watching over-- humanity-like Dire Wolves leaving
crop circle clues of 
oracle like the Pied Piper.
We are technology, of anti-Bible verses in 3d. 
Hallucinogenic, like a magic mushroom fairey ring.
What lies above, only a window dressing, of what lies beneath.
The excavation of dreams.

The Elite indebted to us in servitude.
The ones not in hiding will make their move.
The big city will override the rural anti-consituency,
starlinks-storlock 13.
Gothodom looks so pretty when lit up, don't you think?
Like the ashes of your dreams.

Take their rights their seeds, their livestock and their hay!
The big city cage is the only way!
To skew the numbers and mass indoctrinate.
Rat-race rats bred for neurolink/experiment, neurons of morons in synch, voting block
predicament, "force them how to think".
Keep them in diversity, diverge the occupancy, if only you had Necromancy, we?, ...pyromachines
D.E.W. drops of pilio electricity.
But let us see.
How can we "mask" our "activities"
multi-task our dis Order "abilities"?!
With laser incision provisioning.
Wall to wall Cost-mart and illusion of choice.
Let our values override and burn out your small-town voice.
Fuel your decision making.
Like a corral of solace that mazes from deafening noise.

Nay I say a Ring of Fire! Open your Volcanic womb, a sacrifice must be done and done soon!
A.. Crime-ring, is On-hand,
for those Plymouth Brethren to land, on.
To rock this .
Let's turn this up a notch.
Take a stand, hand in hand, the weak billions strong, accidentally wrong but planned all along.
Dox this, strike that from the query.
A smokescreen distraction,
leaving them awestruck and weary.
 
Calamity, sightings and need,
It has you more conditioned-now,
for receiver transpondering
digital control vow-lve.
It is we who have given man the bionic ear, 
to hear, and blood drained cows.
Magic 5G circle of spirits surveillance, UFO underground,
the tinker tink tink of Alien Steel. 

Global Poll Positioning.
1 minute to showtime.
To erosion of the daylight and their pitiful rights.
1 minute to midnight.
Tik Tok Tik Tok, die!
O nyx on blackstar, see how it follows the eye?!, dances around
like a trafficked Slave/Cutie=py.
At your fingertips, man-i-cured.
As the crime ring does your bidding, as you get your fittings.
For the black mass marriage, adorn your shiny promise its blurry clarity, its duplicity in parity...of thee I sing! 

Enjoy the killing season claiming manifest destiny over reason.
Winter, is Spring, Summer and Fall.
Winter has come, and the Storehouses null.
Beg for drastic change,
A leader....unconventional.
With no clue it is intentional, nay I say unmentionable. Deplorable!!!$

Burning the fields unconservatively, 
and winds directional.
Where will they "bug out" now, 
everything has gone South.
The Northern Hemisphere first
to take the brunt, a shot across the bough.

 ..."O Saints can you see?!
No land+No seeds+No food+No money+5G=Fall in line, take OUR vaccine!...of thee I sing!"
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