Where is your lair. The trigger hair?
That which ensnares you to global untruths.
Once you recognise you don’t know that you don’t know
You have trip wired the noose around your neck toward freedom and sovereignty
Far removed from traps and death.
The tie around your throat binds you to corporate abuse.
The belt around your waist fattens you up for gluttony.
Red shoes laced with the screams of children; calling you, calling you.
Masked in order to mute your voice.
Curfewed to curtail and crowd control.
Bordered to bounty you to the made-up rule of the day.
Crossed and positioned, kept apart, separate and alone.
Injected to become AI drones enslaved to their putrid agenda.
Tracked, traced, coded and uploaded
Trading your fear for false freedom
All the while in single file your trial of denial is killing you
You are Kings and Queens
Yet obey and curtsey at false idols
Claim your crown.
Not the corona covid hoax cloaked in deception and indentured imprisonment.
Stand Up Now. Arise.
Do not consent to the highway to hell
Invoke the stairway to heaven to appear in front of you
One step at a time
