Chapter Eight
No.116
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The Earth is imploding, today I see...
Establishments are spiraling far away,
Our culture, our morals are new for some.
New generations after the day I was born...
Those that want power, grow from the roots
Choosing their politician, that just have'nt a clue.
Controlled from their shadows and stopped as they change;
To policies that will agree with the Nations ways...
The people are only a passing thought.
Seen as interference and a major fraught,
Those from the tech, the pharma the media will display,
Instructions to society, that programme the day...
Drawn out on the conveyor, a product of one.
The automatons goes on and on and on and on ...
The lone wolves, surviving through the battle to reform,
They are mirrored ridiculed, destroyed by force...
By the machines of Whitehall, from the conveyors of source,
The media complicit, to the brain-washing course.
From the theatre, to the stage, the Government mirrors,
The strings of the puppets are now seen quite clear...
They are weak, no character, automaton's for sure,
In control of the rhetoric, the scripts and costumes.
The Nation's identity is sidestepped, consumed!
By the invading forces of idealise views,
To overwhelm with one ideolic view!
Centralised, with violence, the silent coup...
Confusing the norm, adding distraction to view,
Adding viruses like Covid, BLM, Gender/trans review,
Perverting the justice, with socialist taboo,
Spreading across the world like the media do.
We have our Prime Minister of foreign decent,
Not voted for, he emerged with content
A billionaire off the backs that grew
Like all politicians, with a false promise or two
A broken record, they never follow through,
Their arrogance, to one side, the party-left queue
Their heads in the sands with ignorance too...
The shadow governments are taking control...
The narrative is doom; but for a handful of a few.
Their armies naive, as automatons, they grow...
Once their services are completed, then what will they do?...
They destroyed our history, they destroyed our laws
The power will destroy them or chain them adjure,
To work on the chain gangs the Marxism world...
Exploiting the weak with one power of rule
Democracy is over for you and me...
Author: Nigel G Wilcox 13.06.24
Establishments are spiraling far away,
Our culture, our morals are new for some.
New generations after the day I was born...
Those that want power, grow from the roots
Choosing their politician, that just have'nt a clue.
Controlled from their shadows and stopped as they change;
To policies that will agree with the Nations ways...
The people are only a passing thought.
Seen as interference and a major fraught,
Those from the tech, the pharma the media will display,
Instructions to society, that programme the day...
Drawn out on the conveyor, a product of one.
The automatons goes on and on and on and on ...
The lone wolves, surviving through the battle to reform,
They are mirrored ridiculed, destroyed by force...
By the machines of Whitehall, from the conveyors of source,
The media complicit, to the brain-washing course.
From the theatre, to the stage, the Government mirrors,
The strings of the puppets are now seen quite clear...
They are weak, no character, automaton's for sure,
In control of the rhetoric, the scripts and costumes.
The Nation's identity is sidestepped, consumed!
By the invading forces of idealise views,
To overwhelm with one ideolic view!
Centralised, with violence, the silent coup...
Confusing the norm, adding distraction to view,
Adding viruses like Covid, BLM, Gender/trans review,
Perverting the justice, with socialist taboo,
Spreading across the world like the media do.
We have our Prime Minister of foreign decent,
Not voted for, he emerged with content
A billionaire off the backs that grew
Like all politicians, with a false promise or two
A broken record, they never follow through,
Their arrogance, to one side, the party-left queue
Their heads in the sands with ignorance too...
The shadow governments are taking control...
The narrative is doom; but for a handful of a few.
Their armies naive, as automatons, they grow...
Once their services are completed, then what will they do?...
They destroyed our history, they destroyed our laws
The power will destroy them or chain them adjure,
To work on the chain gangs the Marxism world...
Exploiting the weak with one power of rule
Democracy is over for you and me...
Author: Nigel G Wilcox 13.06.24
