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Anonymous Coward User ID: 78947912 Canada 05/24/2020 06:05 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The shepherd 2020. Quoting: Sir Griffo Tick tock, tick tock goes humanities clock, what you think is important, perhaps it is not. Eyes wide open or eyes sealed shut, the path of our future is about to be cut. In the sky’s up above and on earth down below, all around us is cast, its long dark shadow. An unprecedented storm created to perfection, all in the guise of deflection and deception. The magician shows the hand he wants you to see, as the shepherd lays in wait to take your fleece and to flee. A deadly derivative of debt and of greed, swept through humanity who we struggle to feed. The pyramid crumbled for all to see, but nobody watched an event that was free. The slave and the child by whom our world is built, are hidden from plain sight so we don’t feel the guilt. Which news is fake and who controls the illusion? A drip feed begins to spread more confusion. A red coins code controlled by its nation? Is a train that will never depart from its station. Where we head now is too big to control, the rumour of war will no doubt take its toll. The end of the ‘mad’ era is a reality now, A cowboy’s dream was on hold until we knew how. Surrender yourself to the ‘free’ world state, where everyone eats from the very same plate. Stones in a field laid out an agenda, does sickness and medicine ensure you surrender? The musky odour that is linking our stars, is mapping out pathways to the brain and to Mars. An AI world filled with wonder and awe, Is this really the future we are heading for? The continuation of humanity will always be the goal, no matter how great the burden or how heavy the toll. Reach out for the stars to ensure our survival, human consumption is not our only rival. A species with amnesia is what we really are, As we hide away the fragility of our not so distant past. All hope is wrapped tightly by our mortality fears, then along comes the shepherd holding his shears. Go fuck yourself with a drywall hammer, bitch. |
Sir Griffo (OP) User ID: 78948802 Australia 05/24/2020 06:07 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The shepherd 2020. Quoting: Sir Griffo Tick tock, tick tock goes humanities clock, what you think is important, perhaps it is not. Eyes wide open or eyes sealed shut, the path of our future is about to be cut. In the sky’s up above and on earth down below, all around us is cast, its long dark shadow. An unprecedented storm created to perfection, all in the guise of deflection and deception. The magician shows the hand he wants you to see, as the shepherd lays in wait to take your fleece and to flee. A deadly derivative of debt and of greed, swept through humanity who we struggle to feed. The pyramid crumbled for all to see, but nobody watched an event that was free. The slave and the child by whom our world is built, are hidden from plain sight so we don’t feel the guilt. Which news is fake and who controls the illusion? A drip feed begins to spread more confusion. A red coins code controlled by its nation? Is a train that will never depart from its station. Where we head now is too big to control, the rumour of war will no doubt take its toll. The end of the ‘mad’ era is a reality now, A cowboy’s dream was on hold until we knew how. Surrender yourself to the ‘free’ world state, where everyone eats from the very same plate. Stones in a field laid out an agenda, does sickness and medicine ensure you surrender? The musky odour that is linking our stars, is mapping out pathways to the brain and to Mars. An AI world filled with wonder and awe, Is this really the future we are heading for? The continuation of humanity will always be the goal, no matter how great the burden or how heavy the toll. Reach out for the stars to ensure our survival, human consumption is not our only rival. A species with amnesia is what we really are, As we hide away the fragility of our not so distant past. All hope is wrapped tightly by our mortality fears, then along comes the shepherd holding his shears. Go fuck yourself with a drywall hammer, bitch. Does it hurt? |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 78947912 Canada 05/24/2020 06:10 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The shepherd 2020. Quoting: Sir Griffo Tick tock, tick tock goes humanities clock, what you think is important, perhaps it is not. Eyes wide open or eyes sealed shut, the path of our future is about to be cut. In the sky’s up above and on earth down below, all around us is cast, its long dark shadow. An unprecedented storm created to perfection, all in the guise of deflection and deception. The magician shows the hand he wants you to see, as the shepherd lays in wait to take your fleece and to flee. A deadly derivative of debt and of greed, swept through humanity who we struggle to feed. The pyramid crumbled for all to see, but nobody watched an event that was free. The slave and the child by whom our world is built, are hidden from plain sight so we don’t feel the guilt. Which news is fake and who controls the illusion? A drip feed begins to spread more confusion. A red coins code controlled by its nation? Is a train that will never depart from its station. Where we head now is too big to control, the rumour of war will no doubt take its toll. The end of the ‘mad’ era is a reality now, A cowboy’s dream was on hold until we knew how. Surrender yourself to the ‘free’ world state, where everyone eats from the very same plate. Stones in a field laid out an agenda, does sickness and medicine ensure you surrender? The musky odour that is linking our stars, is mapping out pathways to the brain and to Mars. An AI world filled with wonder and awe, Is this really the future we are heading for? The continuation of humanity will always be the goal, no matter how great the burden or how heavy the toll. Reach out for the stars to ensure our survival, human consumption is not our only rival. A species with amnesia is what we really are, As we hide away the fragility of our not so distant past. All hope is wrapped tightly by our mortality fears, then along comes the shepherd holding his shears. Go fuck yourself with a drywall hammer, bitch. Does it hurt? You will know after you do it, bitch. |
Sir Griffo (OP) User ID: 78948802 Australia 05/24/2020 06:13 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The shepherd 2020. Quoting: Sir Griffo Tick tock, tick tock goes humanities clock, what you think is important, perhaps it is not. Eyes wide open or eyes sealed shut, the path of our future is about to be cut. In the sky’s up above and on earth down below, all around us is cast, its long dark shadow. An unprecedented storm created to perfection, all in the guise of deflection and deception. The magician shows the hand he wants you to see, as the shepherd lays in wait to take your fleece and to flee. A deadly derivative of debt and of greed, swept through humanity who we struggle to feed. The pyramid crumbled for all to see, but nobody watched an event that was free. The slave and the child by whom our world is built, are hidden from plain sight so we don’t feel the guilt. Which news is fake and who controls the illusion? A drip feed begins to spread more confusion. A red coins code controlled by its nation? Is a train that will never depart from its station. Where we head now is too big to control, the rumour of war will no doubt take its toll. The end of the ‘mad’ era is a reality now, A cowboy’s dream was on hold until we knew how. Surrender yourself to the ‘free’ world state, where everyone eats from the very same plate. Stones in a field laid out an agenda, does sickness and medicine ensure you surrender? The musky odour that is linking our stars, is mapping out pathways to the brain and to Mars. An AI world filled with wonder and awe, Is this really the future we are heading for? The continuation of humanity will always be the goal, no matter how great the burden or how heavy the toll. Reach out for the stars to ensure our survival, human consumption is not our only rival. A species with amnesia is what we really are, As we hide away the fragility of our not so distant past. All hope is wrapped tightly by our mortality fears, then along comes the shepherd holding his shears. Go fuck yourself with a drywall hammer, bitch. Does it hurt? You will know after you do it, bitch. Must do, I can see the pain your in... As you were. |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 78937751 Austria 05/24/2020 06:46 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The shepherd 2020. Quoting: Sir Griffo Tick tock, tick tock goes humanities clock, what you think is important, perhaps it is not. Eyes wide open or eyes sealed shut, the path of our future is about to be cut. In the sky’s up above and on earth down below, all around us is cast, its long dark shadow. An unprecedented storm created to perfection, all in the guise of deflection and deception. The magician shows the hand he wants you to see, as the shepherd lays in wait to take your fleece and to flee. A deadly derivative of debt and of greed, swept through humanity who we struggle to feed. The pyramid crumbled for all to see, but nobody watched an event that was free. The slave and the child by whom our world is built, are hidden from plain sight so we don’t feel the guilt. Which news is fake and who controls the illusion? A drip feed begins to spread more confusion. A red coins code controlled by its nation? Is a train that will never depart from its station. Where we head now is too big to control, the rumour of war will no doubt take its toll. The end of the ‘mad’ era is a reality now, A cowboy’s dream was on hold until we knew how. Surrender yourself to the ‘free’ world state, where everyone eats from the very same plate. Stones in a field laid out an agenda, does sickness and medicine ensure you surrender? The musky odour that is linking our stars, is mapping out pathways to the brain and to Mars. An AI world filled with wonder and awe, Is this really the future we are heading for? The continuation of humanity will always be the goal, no matter how great the burden or how heavy the toll. Reach out for the stars to ensure our survival, human consumption is not our only rival. A species with amnesia is what we really are, As we hide away the fragility of our not so distant past. All hope is wrapped tightly by our mortality fears, then along comes the shepherd holding his shears. Hot damn, you hit those nails square centered. Marvelous Can you hear the buzzing? |
Sir Griffo (OP) User ID: 78948802 Australia 05/24/2020 07:23 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The shepherd 2020. Quoting: Sir Griffo Tick tock, tick tock goes humanities clock, what you think is important, perhaps it is not. Eyes wide open or eyes sealed shut, the path of our future is about to be cut. In the sky’s up above and on earth down below, all around us is cast, its long dark shadow. An unprecedented storm created to perfection, all in the guise of deflection and deception. The magician shows the hand he wants you to see, as the shepherd lays in wait to take your fleece and to flee. A deadly derivative of debt and of greed, swept through humanity who we struggle to feed. The pyramid crumbled for all to see, but nobody watched an event that was free. The slave and the child by whom our world is built, are hidden from plain sight so we don’t feel the guilt. Which news is fake and who controls the illusion? A drip feed begins to spread more confusion. A red coins code controlled by its nation? Is a train that will never depart from its station. Where we head now is too big to control, the rumour of war will no doubt take its toll. The end of the ‘mad’ era is a reality now, A cowboy’s dream was on hold until we knew how. Surrender yourself to the ‘free’ world state, where everyone eats from the very same plate. Stones in a field laid out an agenda, does sickness and medicine ensure you surrender? The musky odour that is linking our stars, is mapping out pathways to the brain and to Mars. An AI world filled with wonder and awe, Is this really the future we are heading for? The continuation of humanity will always be the goal, no matter how great the burden or how heavy the toll. Reach out for the stars to ensure our survival, human consumption is not our only rival. A species with amnesia is what we really are, As we hide away the fragility of our not so distant past. All hope is wrapped tightly by our mortality fears, then along comes the shepherd holding his shears. Hot damn, you hit those nails square centered. Marvelous Can you hear the buzzing? Thanks... Glad someone enjoyed it... |
Anonymous Coward User ID: 78937751 Austria 05/24/2020 07:25 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The shepherd 2020. Quoting: Sir Griffo Tick tock, tick tock goes humanities clock, what you think is important, perhaps it is not. Eyes wide open or eyes sealed shut, the path of our future is about to be cut. In the sky’s up above and on earth down below, all around us is cast, its long dark shadow. An unprecedented storm created to perfection, all in the guise of deflection and deception. The magician shows the hand he wants you to see, as the shepherd lays in wait to take your fleece and to flee. A deadly derivative of debt and of greed, swept through humanity who we struggle to feed. The pyramid crumbled for all to see, but nobody watched an event that was free. The slave and the child by whom our world is built, are hidden from plain sight so we don’t feel the guilt. Which news is fake and who controls the illusion? A drip feed begins to spread more confusion. A red coins code controlled by its nation? Is a train that will never depart from its station. Where we head now is too big to control, the rumour of war will no doubt take its toll. The end of the ‘mad’ era is a reality now, A cowboy’s dream was on hold until we knew how. Surrender yourself to the ‘free’ world state, where everyone eats from the very same plate. Stones in a field laid out an agenda, does sickness and medicine ensure you surrender? The musky odour that is linking our stars, is mapping out pathways to the brain and to Mars. An AI world filled with wonder and awe, Is this really the future we are heading for? The continuation of humanity will always be the goal, no matter how great the burden or how heavy the toll. Reach out for the stars to ensure our survival, human consumption is not our only rival. A species with amnesia is what we really are, As we hide away the fragility of our not so distant past. All hope is wrapped tightly by our mortality fears, then along comes the shepherd holding his shears. Hot damn, you hit those nails square centered. Marvelous Can you hear the buzzing? Thanks... Glad someone enjoyed it... I am certain I am not the only one ;) |
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Sir Griffo (OP) User ID: 78948802 Australia 05/24/2020 07:31 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The shepherd 2020. Quoting: Sir Griffo Tick tock, tick tock goes humanities clock, what you think is important, perhaps it is not. Eyes wide open or eyes sealed shut, the path of our future is about to be cut. In the sky’s up above and on earth down below, all around us is cast, its long dark shadow. An unprecedented storm created to perfection, all in the guise of deflection and deception. The magician shows the hand he wants you to see, as the shepherd lays in wait to take your fleece and to flee. A deadly derivative of debt and of greed, swept through humanity who we struggle to feed. The pyramid crumbled for all to see, but nobody watched an event that was free. The slave and the child by whom our world is built, are hidden from plain sight so we don’t feel the guilt. Which news is fake and who controls the illusion? A drip feed begins to spread more confusion. A red coins code controlled by its nation? Is a train that will never depart from its station. Where we head now is too big to control, the rumour of war will no doubt take its toll. The end of the ‘mad’ era is a reality now, A cowboy’s dream was on hold until we knew how. Surrender yourself to the ‘free’ world state, where everyone eats from the very same plate. Stones in a field laid out an agenda, does sickness and medicine ensure you surrender? The musky odour that is linking our stars, is mapping out pathways to the brain and to Mars. An AI world filled with wonder and awe, Is this really the future we are heading for? The continuation of humanity will always be the goal, no matter how great the burden or how heavy the toll. Reach out for the stars to ensure our survival, human consumption is not our only rival. A species with amnesia is what we really are, As we hide away the fragility of our not so distant past. All hope is wrapped tightly by our mortality fears, then along comes the shepherd holding his shears. Hot damn, you hit those nails square centered. Marvelous Can you hear the buzzing? Thanks... Glad someone enjoyed it... I am certain I am not the only one ;) Think ‘Dry wall hammer’ troll has derailed it... Standard procedure these days. |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 78950633 05/24/2020 08:19 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The shepherd 2020. Quoting: Sir Griffo Tick tock, tick tock goes humanities clock, what you think is important, perhaps it is not. Eyes wide open or eyes sealed shut, the path of our future is about to be cut. In the sky’s up above and on earth down below, all around us is cast, its long dark shadow. An unprecedented storm created to perfection, all in the guise of deflection and deception. The magician shows the hand he wants you to see, as the shepherd lays in wait to take your fleece and to flee. A deadly derivative of debt and of greed, swept through humanity who we struggle to feed. The pyramid crumbled for all to see, but nobody watched an event that was free. The slave and the child by whom our world is built, are hidden from plain sight so we don’t feel the guilt. Which news is fake and who controls the illusion? A drip feed begins to spread more confusion. A red coins code controlled by its nation? Is a train that will never depart from its station. Where we head now is too big to control, the rumour of war will no doubt take its toll. The end of the ‘mad’ era is a reality now, A cowboy’s dream was on hold until we knew how. Surrender yourself to the ‘free’ world state, where everyone eats from the very same plate. Stones in a field laid out an agenda, does sickness and medicine ensure you surrender? The musky odour that is linking our stars, is mapping out pathways to the brain and to Mars. An AI world filled with wonder and awe, Is this really the future we are heading for? The continuation of humanity will always be the goal, no matter how great the burden or how heavy the toll. Reach out for the stars to ensure our survival, human consumption is not our only rival. A species with amnesia is what we really are, As we hide away the fragility of our not so distant past. All hope is wrapped tightly by our mortality fears, then along comes the shepherd holding his shears. Go fuck yourself with a drywall hammer, bitch. Go away psychopath. No one wants to hear your ugly mouth. |
Sir Griffo (OP) User ID: 78948802 Australia 05/24/2020 08:45 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The shepherd 2020. Quoting: Sir Griffo Tick tock, tick tock goes humanities clock, what you think is important, perhaps it is not. Eyes wide open or eyes sealed shut, the path of our future is about to be cut. In the sky’s up above and on earth down below, all around us is cast, its long dark shadow. An unprecedented storm created to perfection, all in the guise of deflection and deception. The magician shows the hand he wants you to see, as the shepherd lays in wait to take your fleece and to flee. A deadly derivative of debt and of greed, swept through humanity who we struggle to feed. The pyramid crumbled for all to see, but nobody watched an event that was free. The slave and the child by whom our world is built, are hidden from plain sight so we don’t feel the guilt. Which news is fake and who controls the illusion? A drip feed begins to spread more confusion. A red coins code controlled by its nation? Is a train that will never depart from its station. Where we head now is too big to control, the rumour of war will no doubt take its toll. The end of the ‘mad’ era is a reality now, A cowboy’s dream was on hold until we knew how. Surrender yourself to the ‘free’ world state, where everyone eats from the very same plate. Stones in a field laid out an agenda, does sickness and medicine ensure you surrender? The musky odour that is linking our stars, is mapping out pathways to the brain and to Mars. An AI world filled with wonder and awe, Is this really the future we are heading for? The continuation of humanity will always be the goal, no matter how great the burden or how heavy the toll. Reach out for the stars to ensure our survival, human consumption is not our only rival. A species with amnesia is what we really are, As we hide away the fragility of our not so distant past. All hope is wrapped tightly by our mortality fears, then along comes the shepherd holding his shears. Go fuck yourself with a drywall hammer, bitch. Go away psychopath. No one wants to hear your ugly mouth. |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 78952419 Netherlands 05/25/2020 11:03 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The shepherd 2020. Quoting: Sir Griffo Tick tock, tick tock goes humanities clock, what you think is important, perhaps it is not. Eyes wide open or eyes sealed shut, the path of our future is about to be cut. In the sky’s up above and on earth down below, all around us is cast, its long dark shadow. An unprecedented storm created to perfection, all in the guise of deflection and deception. The magician shows the hand he wants you to see, as the shepherd lays in wait to take your fleece and to flee. A deadly derivative of debt and of greed, swept through humanity who we struggle to feed. The pyramid crumbled for all to see, but nobody watched an event that was free. The slave and the child by whom our world is built, are hidden from plain sight so we don’t feel the guilt. Which news is fake and who controls the illusion? A drip feed begins to spread more confusion. A red coins code controlled by its nation? Is a train that will never depart from its station. Where we head now is too big to control, the rumour of war will no doubt take its toll. The end of the ‘mad’ era is a reality now, A cowboy’s dream was on hold until we knew how. Surrender yourself to the ‘free’ world state, where everyone eats from the very same plate. Stones in a field laid out an agenda, does sickness and medicine ensure you surrender? The musky odour that is linking our stars, is mapping out pathways to the brain and to Mars. An AI world filled with wonder and awe, Is this really the future we are heading for? The continuation of humanity will always be the goal, no matter how great the burden or how heavy the toll. Reach out for the stars to ensure our survival, human consumption is not our only rival. A species with amnesia is what we really are, As we hide away the fragility of our not so distant past. All hope is wrapped tightly by our mortality fears, then along comes the shepherd holding his shears. Go fuck yourself with a drywall hammer, bitch. Does it hurt? Whale from space? Nah |
Sir Griffo (OP) User ID: 72379471 Australia 05/25/2020 07:15 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The shepherd 2020. Quoting: Sir Griffo Tick tock, tick tock goes humanities clock, what you think is important, perhaps it is not. Eyes wide open or eyes sealed shut, the path of our future is about to be cut. In the sky’s up above and on earth down below, all around us is cast, its long dark shadow. An unprecedented storm created to perfection, all in the guise of deflection and deception. The magician shows the hand he wants you to see, as the shepherd lays in wait to take your fleece and to flee. A deadly derivative of debt and of greed, swept through humanity who we struggle to feed. The pyramid crumbled for all to see, but nobody watched an event that was free. The slave and the child by whom our world is built, are hidden from plain sight so we don’t feel the guilt. Which news is fake and who controls the illusion? A drip feed begins to spread more confusion. A red coins code controlled by its nation? Is a train that will never depart from its station. Where we head now is too big to control, the rumour of war will no doubt take its toll. The end of the ‘mad’ era is a reality now, A cowboy’s dream was on hold until we knew how. Surrender yourself to the ‘free’ world state, where everyone eats from the very same plate. Stones in a field laid out an agenda, does sickness and medicine ensure you surrender? The musky odour that is linking our stars, is mapping out pathways to the brain and to Mars. An AI world filled with wonder and awe, Is this really the future we are heading for? The continuation of humanity will always be the goal, no matter how great the burden or how heavy the toll. Reach out for the stars to ensure our survival, human consumption is not our only rival. A species with amnesia is what we really are, As we hide away the fragility of our not so distant past. All hope is wrapped tightly by our mortality fears, then along comes the shepherd holding his shears. Go fuck yourself with a drywall hammer, bitch. Does it hurt? Whale from space? Nah |
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Anonymous Coward User ID: 78892941 United States 05/27/2020 07:50 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | ... Quoting: Anonymous Coward 78937751 Hot damn, you hit those nails square centered. Marvelous Can you hear the buzzing? Thanks... Glad someone enjoyed it... I am certain I am not the only one ;) Think ‘Dry wall hammer’ troll has derailed it... Standard procedure these days. Not "derailed" ... That's what makes it truly something for everyone. |
Sir Griffo (OP) User ID: 78958477 Australia 05/27/2020 07:55 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | Think ‘Dry wall hammer’ troll has derailed it... Standard procedure these days. Not "derailed" ... That's what makes it truly something for everyone. Haha not sure which part offended so much that they wanted me to play with a dry wall hammer... |
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Leyline Walker User ID: 78891770 Canada 06/10/2020 06:53 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The shepherd 2020. Quoting: Sir Griffo Tick tock, tick tock goes humanities clock, what you think is important, perhaps it is not. Eyes wide open or eyes sealed shut, the path of our future is about to be cut. In the sky’s up above and on earth down below, all around us is cast, its long dark shadow. An unprecedented storm created to perfection, all in the guise of deflection and deception. The magician shows the hand he wants you to see, as the shepherd lays in wait to take your fleece and to flee. A deadly derivative of debt and of greed, swept through humanity who we struggle to feed. The pyramid crumbled for all to see, but nobody watched an event that was free. The slave and the child by whom our world is built, are hidden from plain sight so we don’t feel the guilt. Which news is fake and who controls the illusion? A drip feed begins to spread more confusion. A red coins code controlled by its nation? Is a train that will never depart from its station. Where we head now is too big to control, the rumour of war will no doubt take its toll. The end of the ‘mad’ era is a reality now, A cowboy’s dream was on hold until we knew how. Surrender yourself to the ‘free’ world state, where everyone eats from the very same plate. Stones in a field laid out an agenda, does sickness and medicine ensure you surrender? The musky odour that is linking our stars, is mapping out pathways to the brain and to Mars. An AI world filled with wonder and awe, Is this really the future we are heading for? The continuation of humanity will always be the goal, no matter how great the burden or how heavy the toll. Reach out for the stars to ensure our survival, human consumption is not our only rival. A species with amnesia is what we really are, As we hide away the fragility of our not so distant past. All hope is wrapped tightly by our mortality fears, then along comes the shepherd holding his shears. He has shown you, o man, what is good. And what does the Lord ask of you, but to do justice, and to love kindness, and to walk humbly before your God? |
Sir Griffo (OP) User ID: 79019837 Australia 06/11/2020 11:27 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | The shepherd 2020. Quoting: Sir Griffo Tick tock, tick tock goes humanities clock, what you think is important, perhaps it is not. Eyes wide open or eyes sealed shut, the path of our future is about to be cut. In the sky’s up above and on earth down below, all around us is cast, its long dark shadow. An unprecedented storm created to perfection, all in the guise of deflection and deception. The magician shows the hand he wants you to see, as the shepherd lays in wait to take your fleece and to flee. A deadly derivative of debt and of greed, swept through humanity who we struggle to feed. The pyramid crumbled for all to see, but nobody watched an event that was free. The slave and the child by whom our world is built, are hidden from plain sight so we don’t feel the guilt. Which news is fake and who controls the illusion? A drip feed begins to spread more confusion. A red coins code controlled by its nation? Is a train that will never depart from its station. Where we head now is too big to control, the rumour of war will no doubt take its toll. The end of the ‘mad’ era is a reality now, A cowboy’s dream was on hold until we knew how. Surrender yourself to the ‘free’ world state, where everyone eats from the very same plate. Stones in a field laid out an agenda, does sickness and medicine ensure you surrender? The musky odour that is linking our stars, is mapping out pathways to the brain and to Mars. An AI world filled with wonder and awe, Is this really the future we are heading for? The continuation of humanity will always be the goal, no matter how great the burden or how heavy the toll. Reach out for the stars to ensure our survival, human consumption is not our only rival. A species with amnesia is what we really are, As we hide away the fragility of our not so distant past. All hope is wrapped tightly by our mortality fears, then along comes the shepherd holding his shears. i'll drink to that. |