Direct From Orion
Twinkle twinkle, little star, I wonder how I travelled sooo far.
From Orion, down to Earth, the white light, ever so bright.
Hands glowing, the colours of the rainbow.
I wondered what, oh what oh what, could these glowing hands could mean? Only for them to beam!
From my hands, to my eye. My limits are as high as the sky.
A mission started, I am no ape: Can’t wait to whip this world into shape.
Here I come, you best be ready, I will make you all financially steady.
If health is your wealth, I hear your cries, I hope there will be no more lies.
Life, for me, has just begun. Them one percenters, better run.
Fast an loose, I bring the noose. Them one percenters, really should run.
Hear these words, I’ve heard yours; I’m sick to death, of all them bores.
When the time is right, in a bout four; I will show you, many an open door.
Until then, my light is near; Please oh please, persevere. Until then, my light is near; So see you soon, my little, my little dear.
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