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The Tipping Point; A Poem
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Midnight raid,
At the masquerade.
Of the midnight ball,
A cosmic mix of All.
One Creation, One Son,
Drama queens, having fun.
How do we get out of this joint?
The tipping point, the tipping point.
Spirits are wild and free,
Playing here in misery.
Read through GLP,
So many theories!
Who is wrong, who is right?
Who is evil, who is Light.
How do we get out of this joint?
The tipping point. The tipping point.
Is it possible there is a plan?
That includes every man?
Flood the place, flood the place,
With higher souls from every race.
Baby boomers failed,
Money sought and bought,
Them out.
Gen X gave it a try,
Astral universe spread it's lie.
How do we get out of this joint?
The tipping point, the tipping point.
Along came Gen Y entitlement,
Astral too got their government.
Newer ones now appear, for the tipping point sake,
Many are 8 years old and wide awake.
How do we get out of this joint?
The tipping point, the tipping point.
A grand Chess Game,
Pieces coming together, so tame.
21 took the call,
Now waiting for All.
They anchored light to the worst,
Who will be dragged at the end of this Simulation Universe.
Yeah...just like that>>>> 
How do we get out of this joint?
The tipping point, the tipping point.
But wait, there is still more,
To this Game, forevermore.
Secret players and a secret cue,
Known to only just a few,
When the signal goes out,
Brings about......
The tipping point, the tipping point.
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