Science falsely so called has all the world enthralled. Fettered by fascination, and focused to fixation on false "facts" and fake news, the world's been fooled by ruse after ruse designed to control the mind through hypnosis to create mass formation psychosis.
Encephalon is the flagitious syndicate target To imprison the saintly and resistant population In the research agenda which is classified We are selected guinea pigs in a nightmare To the unethical secret operations Unknown to many, is the silent suffering Of isolated victims living amongst the community Satellite surveillance includes electromagnetic harassment That burning, thought stealing, control of limbs feeling I was done by the hoary Navy's sonar Poor dolphins washed up Cornwall's beach(1) After sonar echoed in my right lughole Mind control technology has evolved The community are recruited by false propaganda Thats the local police, council, library, not restricted to neighbours Old style Cointelpro is in play Discredited, slanders, and victim blaming Who can we share with but other targets Nobody asked which human is for "use" in trials?
i should be in a war i should be fighting for my own freedom the mind is not a joke its difficult to control i feel like crying but whats the use we are all in a journey the destination we all know about it just do not take me yet let me breath for a while let me laugh like my friends i deserve it, this is not the end yet telling me about how life is useless will not help i need to be normal the mind is not a joke
maybe it's just holes in my ears i never did fill them up with gold maybe it's just the color of my skin i didn't try to draw it you have no idea it's what you tried to say what i should have said are you so weak that a disagreement makes you want to **** me that's why i have holes fill them with your hatred and it will fall out the other side try to rub it on my skin and the ways of my father will tell you that I am a man
Do you remember that young child so innocent and small? Do you remember her laughing as she ran down our hall? Do you remember that little girl with that big eyed smile? Who saw happiness and sunlight in all that came? I cannot remember her, in fact I have never seen her again.
She sits in a mirror young and small, but instead of running she's forced to crawl. She cries and cries as she runs from the unknown, I asked her once why she's so afraid and with a sad reply that answer was shown.
There stood a shadow, with blood on his hands, Then to my horror I fell-I once knew this man. Until then I realized I had lost my innocence to this game, I was controlled by the trauma that made me forget my own name.*