Service to Silence

 

Israel is getting ready 

For its next false flag

To take the heat off the freak 

Who likes to wear drag

Between the two war narratives 

It’s hard to keep straight 

But they’ve all been an expansion

Of stolen land in ‘48

It’s when they took a country 

At the end of the war

We’re told that they deserved it

Since they had it before

But prior to then Palestinians 

And Jews lived in peace

Until hell gave the Khazarians 

The “Master Race” speech

Not much proof about the ovens

And the leaked Zyklon B

Too many holes throughout the story

For the gas to run free

When you’re the face of genocide

No excuses remain

Without embodying the constant

That they both are the same

But now a new mentality 

Is taking a hold

It doesn’t seek out color

And religion’s a mold

You become your own physician

And don’t serve king or Pope

You know by service to silence

You’re surrounded by this moat

And you should see by now

That you’ve been stranded out here

The drawbridge won’t come down

Until intention is clear

Or if you like go live your lives

For fools playing god

And you can serve as legion

In the kingdom of ZOG

The Common Good

 

Fighting for a country

Ten-thousand kilometers away

While our borders are left open

To terrorist cells and cartel gangs

The time is up and coming

To inject another strain

They don’t care about regretting

You should take it anyway

Listen only to our music

For it hasn’t got a soul

Heavy beats have gone electric 

Set the frequency down low

In a land of psycho-killers

“Iranians” are everywhere 

From shooting presidents to children 

But white coat gremlins don’t despair

You’ve killed more on earth already

Than just Muslims in the sand

I’m not sure how you are vetting

The vaccine sick throughout the land

Now for those that have been prepping

We find it really isn’t fair

That you’re hoarding while we’re hungry

We think that everyone should share

I know we never chose to listen

And with our mandates did we rob

But we’re not doing any better

And have a hard time finding jobs

After living life without it

I wasn’t thinking as I should

I can see the fight for freedom’s

Not always for the common good

Conjured Heroes

 

Good man sets himself on fire

Before he’d ride their Trojan Horse

He wouldn’t kill innocent civilians 

A broken pier knows no recourse 

Bushnell scoped a fiery future

Before he was consumed in flames

Trump/Biden coup and Bitcoin failure

No need to lie when on your way

Former Marine and Weapons Inspector 

Reveals who they really serve

Attack a man to hide their treason

He gave them more than they deserve

The PCR test inventor

Said it will capture anything

Dead just before they started testing 

Now they’ll use for bird flu strains

Doctor warns about the dangers

Of vibration, resonance and frequency 

Will breach the nano-lipid barriers

Releasing dangerous disease

He said they shot him up with poison

Just before he passed away

Doc Buttar’s words are still important 

The truth could come out any day

For those who fell for the deception 

And took the shots for them to see

May they speak up for our protection 

Against their next enforced vaccines

To conjured heroes and false flag saviors

We’ve come to get our planet back

We follow only our true natures

We won’t succumb to your attacks

Separation Anxiety

 

Tumultuous tides that ebb and flow

It’s always been about your soul

Emotions rise, the whitecaps come

They lead you to a life undone

But through the pain you learn to see

A difference in reality 

You’re running at an actor’s pace

So give the character some space

Meditation is the key

To let the Master calm the sea

Prepare yourselves for what’s to come

May you find peace, you Chosen Ones

Payback

 

The soul for the body is not a good trade

And a medal will not bring it back

Like Hansel and Gretel you’re under a spell

You give more than your time on the track

They feed on your talent as well as your mind

From entrainment to weapons of war

With all of the bodies being blown to bits

What the hell are a few seconds more

Let some of us run handicapped

With horses in the race

Let’s see how well the wrestler does

With a Grizzly in his face

And after that it’s swords and spears

To make it a sport to all

For predators around the world

That walk or slink or crawl

Die humans die they all shall cry

And it looks like this is it

All their wars have taken out the tide

Now they swim in their own shit

The animals have had enough 

As these people don’t hide their spots

The most damaged humans run their lives

With conscienceless robots

So don’t get too close to a Buffalo

Or even a white-tailed Buck

If they could use a voice we hear

They’d tell us, Humans Suck!

Miracle Ear

 

Rising like a rabbit from his political pulpit stand

Swatting after flies but no color on his hands

Get the perfect shot with his fist and flag above

Lower the contraption as it fits “Old Glory’s” glove

Twelve days later white-tape virtue signal’s gone

With hardly a comment as the narrative moves on

Pick the news shows you can count on

Tell the wife to bring your beer

Take the time to give a moment

To that healed-up Miracle Ear

At three-thousand feet per second

Should have caused his head to ring

But in just a few days later

He’s applauding Hogan’s bling

Anti-Christ or Second Savior

You can make the choice from here

Pick between the Hidden Hindu

Or that healed-up Miracle Ear

Satan’s Games

 

Tranny boxers giving beatings

Dropping bodies choreographed 

Hide behind Ledecky’s swimming

Or Noah Lyles’ two medal path

Forfeit fight or die in battle

Put her on the medal stand

Let compete the next child rapist

Add more colors to the flag

Headless Antoinette is laughing

Better off with cake than bugs

Always blaming the wrong people

Front runners hiding what it does

Let Dressel swim the butterfly 

With Walsh right next to him

Have Djokovic play Krawczyk

Who do you think will win

What will it take to face the truth

That men and women aren’t the same

A jail cell should await abuse

Not golden coins in Satan’s games

The Last Supper was the last vestige 

Of anything we thought was good

A horror movie in the making

Burning buildings filled with blood

I’m very sorry for the athletes 

With family’s help all down the line

Perfecting bodies to a science

To be the best in their own time

But we must boycott the Olympics

Where they will never treat you right

You can create your own new venue

Or risk their false flag sacrifice