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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Who are the masters of illusion? Deep Staters, lobbyists, think tanks In collusion. Brought to you by big business ads and the news, and the Father of lies. The ones really making popular culture decisions, trend bending, puppeteering, racketeering, engineering our demise. Provided, cover, like chemtrails in the skies. What demons are behind the madmen, on the "scene", and on the rise. That will do anything, that they know. To muddy up all the deeds, that they've sown. Through confusion and lies! Are they behind the scenes, out of reach? Untouchable, apparently. But really, we share in the blame. Living in shame in the same old Apathy. Of violence and sex of immoral folly. Of untruths and halftruths, damnation alleys. Get mad for 5 minutes, then forget all about crimes against humanity. Do we all have ADD or just plain lazy, or helpless when not United. Is that we have civil strife? To keep us off balance and off of them? Are thinktanks sought in kahutz, in dissolution? Like minds that fight in the ranks of evil revolutions? The crowning of man, a worldwide tarot reading, a rave on the mobile church transmission. Do your own thing, what thou wilt, New Age. (Crowley/ Blavatsky/(black) hearts with a mission. Trending....ticker tape sutured on the screen (Psalms of a sermon) Piping you like concessioned Vermin. Countless new horrors, never spoke of before. Endless corridors, yet new ground, unexplored. If you've got the time, and you do, just wait. Spend your time, waiting for changes. Till change, (not the kind you want) comes looking ( with a clipboard )for you.
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