They are the six, six, six,
I believe in the crucifix,
They feed off the big sick,
Fluoride will make you thick,
Chemtrails sprayed quick,
Simply Red without Mick,
Hollywood a witches stick,
N.A.S.A ships are a big dick,
Headlines created with a flick,
This week's humiliation ritual prick,
Keep your all mocking tongue lick,
The clock is moving fast, tock-tick.
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That clock going backwards with its tock-tick?! lol.
Lol yes, I wish, take me back to the 80s.
A modern Nostradamus in a write of symbols well done
Thank you.
You are most welcome
Shaun, that final clock line really sticks…there’s urgency in it, like everything you’re pointing at is speeding toward something unavoidable. That pressure carries. And yeah…ever notice patriarchal governments love large phallic symbols? 🤔 Strong finish. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Oh yes totally, even local councils have dragons on the symbols which look more like reptilians in my opinion. Cheers.
Well done.
Thank you.
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