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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required In the dark corners of their minds, lies hidden secrets and falsetto, falsety and masquerade blind. Humming to transcendental humanistic deities. Beating you down to the beat of their own drum of a 4th kind. Ghettos are their subsidiary and the streets their nativity scene. A dividend of stolen funds and collusion with demons and seared consciousness therein - that covenant reach. Oh their promises that quickly shrink from the miscroscopes light of scrutiny, questions, denied with impunity. Receipts on disappearing ink, fine runed campaigns built on illusions grand, deniability, shrink-wrapped for the next time - we forget the silver tongue of Giliead. Their foundations yet to be crumbling mountains -to lie like shifting sand. Liquefaction of delusions wrapped in pretty lies, made by inhuman hands- masking truths they can't forever disguise. But in the quiet, in the still, when we're all alone, we sense their hollow, empty thrill. For behind the glitter and the pomp, lies a void, unseen, the Collusionary Web Inc, Corporate funnel Banks, spidering links. Hourglass of a Red Hour Production, l E_MP's of speech, Teleprompter Coups over the elderly impeached. This Cabal, a Government Brotherhood, that follows General Hayden not Millie, Baker, not Kirby. Oh the sad wings of manifest destiny, and hypocrisy, evil deeds of virus enhancing laboratory, Black Eyed Children seeds. No deposit, no return, no admittance of emittance of lying testimony-, something stinks in the Foundations overriding the Constitutionary, the emerging system, the Beast.
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