Oh look you’ve gone all blue and yellow You’re such an outrageously wonderful fellow Draping yourself in the Ukrainian flag Because it looks better than a post vax body bag Falling in love with the pretext for war Like wearing a mask just 1 year before Signals your virtue to the rest of the collectives And shows you’re a pawn of the western collapse spivs You’ll cheer on the policies that hasten our fall Like you’re helping to take down the Berlin Wall You’re being manipulated to support an invasion The daily nudgings have caused your rationale evasion You’ll support any move that escalates this tension Like withholding gold or Swift payment expulsion Because you don’t understand the ramifications of this As your mind is full of MSM bullshit and piss To make it clear I think Putin is jaded And I don’t know the real reason why he invaded Or what is going on in the theatre of war I’m not at the game and can’t find the true score I'm dumbfounded by psychos who won't stop involving Themselves in complexities that don't stop evolving The take up from the masses is achieved with such ease For a cure that's always worse than the alleged disease Is this war to bury Pfizer documentation? Or reports of DNA reverse transcription Or mounting evidence of graphene in the vial It's about time these psychos were put on trial I just have a feeling this is going to get huge By the way they were ready with the collective subterfuge If energy and fertiliser are no longer out handing First will swap to third in our world nation standing.
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What if a much
of a which of a wind"
what if a much of a which of a wind
gives the truth to summer's lie;
bloodies with dizzying leaves the sun
and yanks immortal stars awry?
Blow king to beggar and queen to seem
(blow friend to fiend: blow space to time)
– when skies are hanged and oceans drowned,
the single secret will still be man
what if a keen of a lean wind flays
screaming hills with sleet and snow:
strangles valleys by ropes of thing
and stifles forests in white ago?
Blow hope to terror; blow seeing to blind
(blow pity to envy and soul to mind)
– whose hearts are mountains, roots are trees,
it's they shall cry hello to the spring
what if a dawn of a doom of a dream
bites this universe in two,
peels forever out of his grave
and sprinkles nowhere with me and you?
Blow soon to never and never to twice
(blow life to isn't; blow death to was)
– all nothing's only our hugest home;
the most who die, the more we live
Cummings
Thanks for this. It's clearly thought and well expressed.