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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Shaunmatthewcpoetry (
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That clock going backwards with its tock-tick?! lol.
A modern Nostradamus in a write of symbols well done
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