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by facts
the secret
black ops
hidden agenda
scientifically
is decades
well beyond
the public’s
view
high tech
sci-fi really
in complete
denial
ruling
the propaganda
as from
the lavish window
dressing
the Bishop
conflicted
falls prey
to the witness
of a child
scrapping along
the cobbles
of courtyard’s
sanctuary
suddenly
a zap
a puff
in an instant
evaporation
no longer
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
all in the name
to wrongly blame
the beings
visiting
from afar
well off planet
saucers
as he knows
the truth
the evil
men do
the lie
designed
in a deception
of hate
cruelty
complete lies
a sacrifice
for the greater good
as a profound
reverent gesture
steel barrel
to the temple
marks
the sacrifice
complete
for his guilt
outweighed
the faith
as in all
war
and destruction
collateral damage
quite effective
in continuous
practice
a bloody mess
in reality
a no win
situation
a losing game
at best
a stalemate
carries forth
as the caissons
go rolling
along
in the patriotic
whistle
in the marching
parade
of falsehoods
and fabrications
to think
the power
and control
as an arrogance
of this constant
megalomania persists
the elite
breed upon
themselves
nouveau wealth
puppy’s along
leashed
marking territory
at every chance
the scent
of the psychopath
staining
empty hydrants
as part
of the plan
the big picture
obvious
once you understand
the reality
by facts
the secret
black ops
hidden agenda
scientifically
is decades
well beyond
the public’s
view
off
in the distance
the darkness
overcomes
the touch
of man’s
scientific
dominance
ancient rituals
of burning logs
litter
the landscape
from a mountain’s
view
forming
the latest
tribal community
huddled
in the fragments
of conflict
whether war
revolution
civility
well past
the meetings
of minds
in discussions
in discourse
in words
of disagreement
of pure
action
bloody
ruthless
instigated
by the leaders
the degenerate
psychopaths
forked tongued
lying
sacks of shit
rotting
in the sun’s
blister
all or nothing
destruction
by design
falsely elected
criminals
to the core
nuclear war
never a way
out
forward
peaceable
simply psychotic
universally speaking
off worlders know
the madness
truth
be known
any sane
human too
would see
the crazy
nonsense
ruling
as free
blather
says the sheeple
as they walk
head first
into the chute
the end
of the line
forms
piles
of bones
too big
to fail
or so
it is told
pitchforks
and dynamite
could easily
right
the wrong
end
the words
of propaganda
the flames
that gather
collectively
or even
alone
will prevail
the hatred
self loathing
inbreeding
of such
species
altered
long ago
as we learn
the more
we know
the more
we don’t
hidden histories
hidden agendas
hidden powers
well beyond
imagination
lurk
in waiting
off
in the distance