The Great Reset
An Orwellian world
A masked up girl
Tracking and tracing
This place we are facing
Just drones at your door step
With a needle to rep
Yet still the birds fly...
They will let you get high
But never ask why
The queen bee never cries
With no queries to lies
I can't breath with police knees
On my neck
This pale blue speck
Will put us in check
With that you can bet
The great reset...
Copyright © Bradley Smith | Year Posted 2021
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