Storm
front.
Rolling in.
Clouds
on the
horizon.
Gales
revving
up.
Rearranging.
Knocking
over what
once was.
History
upended.
Unsuspecting.
Populace
unaware.
Powerful
force builds.
Masters
of time
and space.
Pulling
strings
pushing
buttons.
Puppeteers
behind
the scenes.
Have always
been.
Marginal
impact,
no more.
Mind bending
control,
psyche
infiltrating
power.
Deep
cover
puppet masters.
Power
unleashed.
Magic wands
waving.
Circling
the globe.
Technological
mind grab.
Invasion,
control
inevitability.
Look around.
It’s well
on
the way.
Future
world
oblivious.
- Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: August 28th, 2023 20:38
- Category: Unclassified
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