BEWARE!
Have you not heard,
There are demons here,
There are demons there,
And every-damn-where!
TOOLS!
They’re up the block,
They’re in the schools,
They’re kneading pizza dough,
To eat your kids, fools!
STOP
Telling me that I am wrong
Like you’re some truth cop,
I see those demon bastards
Using souls as their chop shop.
BELIEVING
That I am the one who’s wrong
Will not save you from receiving
Demons from metal records
And Hollywood shows, deceiving.
CONSPIRACIES!
They are what they call Q,
Filled with weird intricacies;
But they say that of 1692,
And those witchcraft atrocities.
© 2026 Tristan R😈bert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, September 9, 2026.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, September 9, 2026.
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I didn't know Q in James Bond was so devilish! Do we know B too - yes, millions of them, the Baters! lol. Got brolly ready? lol.
I better spread more light and write more 'lighter' spiritual poems!
Such a good topic where we all look for something external to blame and why not music the one thing that moves the soul more than anything else. I love the final lines yes blame was shifted onto the defenseless that mentally diminished the odd the women and a scapegoat was had. We still do it today blaming others for our mistakes. A fave my friend
Passing the buck and pointing the finger are very often cop outs borne out of ignorance and or fear .. scapegoats come in all shapes n sizes .. all they have to be is convenient .. or am I just a black dog barking up the wrong tree .. 🐈⬛🐈⬛🏴🖤⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐👍
On september 18/1692 Belgium was struck by a major earthquake .
The fateful date is drawing near ...
Start your day on social media with. They're lying to you.
This is why yoiu check everything.
In saying that, I blame everything on others, otherwise the conspiracy stops with me.
A nice parallel between the Salem witch trials of 1692–1693 and modern conspiracy theories, criticizing the mentality of fear-driven, conspiratorial thinking and the certainty that comes from believing one has discovered a hidden enemy.
Have you ever indulged in watching [oh dear, what am I suggesting here?!] 007? You're likely more cognizant of the thread messages than I shall be since I've not watched enough flicks.
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