Disclaiming minds, no cosign
Now is about that time, of no wanders
For conflation, is on a steady rise
So we, look up answers to define lines
Criss-crossing horizons, like ribbons in the sky
Force majeure is being broadcast, so no telling lies
Covid-19 chemtrails deftly enshrined in convoluted pollution
Proliferate in 2020 is literally simulcast at ironclad precision
World’s about to collide as the old meets new slivers
Stock markets sick as early warning sell out figures
No prep or masking when the world wide web goes live
No going or living solely outside, the homeless are inside
Relief is promised by way of municipal and federal press junkets
The old are bereft by the stench of something funky in hunkering down
While the young are already trained to disregard, remain spunky about town
Cough, sneeze, spit, get real sick is more than a shill, numbers rise and fall ill
We look on from out hours’ window pane’s of isolation, to experience virtually
No more laying hands directly for now the touch of strange-glove is infecting
Behind enemy minds, plotting to control what is truly divine and what sign to worship
Warships travel on air waves as morse codes are emitted as preambles to collapse
Systems intended 2b invented and ushered into existence are systemic paternal shepherding
Take heed but question every sight and sound you hear, feel, see or believe that keeps you free
Stay safe and healthy in all matters in life, whether quarantined or during such sequestering
Please remember there AIN’T NO TELLING, when we insist on predicting life by fortune telling…
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STAY HEALTHY - STAY WOKE OR GET WOKE!
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