Tonight l don the garb
and speech of an Elizabethan
Hiding from
mercenaries I doth accuse of treason
This language born of
mongrel tongue
I use to sing what
must be sung
And if I take refuge
in another century
These foul knaves
still would lock me in a penitentiary
Nay, I am not a
troublemaker nor troubadour
Perchance, the
executioner is stalking near my door
So permit me this
trifling excursion
They seek not justice,
but its total perversion
Look yonder, my
Ladies, and my Lords. They tell me go to York.
‘Tis not an old place,
but anew; they call it a NEW YORK.
Take caution not to
get into a scrapple
When hit with a
biometric scan or a Big Apple
If thee march in
support of the oppressed
Be not surprised if
thee they do arrest
And receiveth an anal
cavity search complimentary
Oh, foul, treacherous
New York, thou’st put the hospital in hospitality!
Who doth speak of me
with forked tongue and hiss me to my coffin
I shake my spear, and
you say, off with my noggin!
Call me Cracked and
label me a loon
Pointy barbs I hurl at
thee to harpoon
For to be called daft
is aimed to discredit and murder soul
Contrived to steal
free agency and take away my control
I doth dwell rich in
Hope, but poor in Fortune
Ere the Patriot Act,
life sold at auction
And Blessed art thee
too for enduring a similar fate
As thIs song shall be
sung beautifully at heaven’s gate
For what we cherish
most is thought of least
Their goal to attack
until we lay deceased
Lament not to leave
this place of malice and crime
Our souls embrace the
numinous and divine
Pushed into the torture
matrix
My future the
syndicate doth predicts
Who art the
perpetrators of this vile experiment
To hack apart health,
job and life?
‘Tis they who now reek
of human excrement
With the stalking
feces on their knife
For behind their mask
hides evil eyes
To hunt thee down with
vicious lies
Spending days and
nights like Stinking Asses
Certain they are part
of the ruling classes
To condition us like
Pavlovian monkeys
But ‘tis they who are
the Babylonian donkeys
Mighty NSA doth
haughty claim to be a God
They, the grand
sculptor, you, just potter’s clay
And think if you
resist not they’ll just fade away?
While hollow points
from FEMA ready the firing squad.
Will thee be molded to
their stale and base design
One ordained by a
non-royal, common bloodline?
They see not the toll
to pay for
this hubris
A mania for power
makes them ruthless
For it matters most if
thee acquiesce or rebel
As hatreds purpose
‘tis to make life living hell
And they see not
the toll to pay on judgment day
From days of yore to
Agenda 21
Methinks this not too
late to be undone
Freedoms fading to a
twilight time we live
Elite take all and
hatch kill lists not to give
When evil barters the
soul, thou’st becomes a hater
Better thee choose
Love and breathe the breath of thy Creator
‘Tis an infinite gulf
betwixt knowledge and knowing
Ego or Spirit decides
the path for thy going
A choice made simple,
Google or God, Yahoo or Yahweh
'Tis with Prayer comes
the knowing, that THIS TOO SHALL PASS AWAY
If I be rot, I be far
less rot than Monsieur State
‘Tis their Soul that
doth carry the poisonous freight
Panopticon is just one
tool of Fascism’s face
Dedicated to a
Democracy they need to erase
By increments a
dictatorship one does create
Our Constitutional
Laws they void and desecrate
As Electromagnetic
beams cloak the criminal deed
And the D.O.D.
protects the King's and baron's greed
This shadow alliance
doth make a prison planet
Testing wicked weapons
on us that penetrate granite
Believe me, ‘tis the
sterilization of people power
With directed energy
poised all along the watchtower
They too are targeting
our mind
A Judas contract have
they signed
To sink humankind into
a sulfurous abyss
Forever sacrificing
GLORY in Excelsis
Wretched vipers maim,
told they must
This flesh of ours shall
turn again to dust
Skin and bone, blood
and marrow pierced by war-makers tech
As the lawless with
gun deposit their payroll check
What Fools they be to
protect pebbles rather than their Soul
Vacating Freedom to
live under Total Control
All these whoresons
must have gone berserk
To harm the wondrous
beauty of God’s handiwork
The tragedy of the
modern ages
Shall manifest if we
stop rattling cages
With radiation
mutilation, DNA mutation, sexual violation,
And mass sedation in
our Pharma nation
They Bank on Quiet to
Crush in imperceptible stages
MK Ultra ‘twas the
drinking of Lucifer’s brew
Over the cuckoo’s nest
one’s sense doth flew
Its offspring a
pestilence to all in the land
As more hellish mind
control events are planned
The Law will do nothing
if you complain
For they conspire to
make thee go insane
Absorb chemtrails and
the vaccine lie
Measuring the ruin
takes not calculus or pi
This truth to lay bare
is O so chilling
We subsist for state
torture and their killing
Why do we hold this
system in such High Esteem?
If not amended we
shall lose the dream
Verily, the Globalists
need the High Enema
To ever save the
sacred soul of America
Oh Mad World, your
Hate loses the battle
To turn the masses
into lowly chattel
Expect us not to fight
Fire with Fire
‘But ‘tis Mad Love
that forces hate to expire
No longer can they
rely on satellites
To destroy our basic
human rights
For there is something
more mighty from above
Divine Perfection and
Justice from God's Love
When Hearts Fill with
Hate we make War
So Live with Love and
be in Awe
This country we create
as we do Art
In Our hands this fate
do we chart
For what we see is
born from the hidden
Do Not hold that your
love be forbidden
'Tis Eros not Thanatos
That we must keep
close
If you be patriotic
Then take your
antibiotic
‘Tis evident the new
Patriot thrives on strife
As clear as anti-bio
means against Life
Unmanned spying drones
looking through the door
Gamers with joysticks
itch to make the score
Want to be our Jailers
when They deserve the Jail
Let's every move and
thought of theirs surveil
These Monsters of Vile
and Venom
Seem Mad to hasten
Armageddon
Forget not that we are
made from the stuff of heaven
To be with spirit ‘tis
thy precious weapon
Let that guide thee as
to whom to trust
For Divine thou art
when moved by what is just
Until then I Breathe
thy breath and thee, mine
Intoxicated by the
aroma of thy sacred wine
My eyes alight on you,
we dance a slow tango
Into the field I fall
to taste the nectar of your sweet mango
I doth proclaim to
defeat their sensors and nano chips
‘Tis with the sweet
ambrosia from our lips
So SPEAK OUT with
crimson passion
Be the resistance to
this tyrannical fashion
For ‘Tis Heart that
make Life cometh Alive
May this be the
celestial goal to which we strive
Our hearts swell with
deep emotion, 'tis hard to contain
And if thine Heart be
the symbol True of Love
Lord, make my breast
pure and tender as a Dove
So if I die still with
Love, this heart beat not in vain.
