Not Slick Rick but saying my, my, my,
All of these artists only show one eye,
Are we living under a holographic sky?
Only certain people are allowed up in so-called space,
Freemasons at NASA acting, floating on wires and lace.
I ask all the questions that nobody really wants answering,
If you challenge the agendas, then they become threatening.
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It could be E.T. mucking about. lol.
Indeed haha.
Freaky weird, mon, and spot on. There's a line from a familiar hymn which anymore seems so apropos. Beautifully rendered with a haunting poignancy. Thank you for sharing.
Cheers, much appreciated.
A poem with deeper meaning than what is surface apparent. Certain questions are not to be asked. Well written
Thank you (:
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