“A nation can survive its fools, and even the ambitious. But it cannot survive treason from within. An enemy at the gates is less formidable, for he is known and carries his banner openly. But the traitor moves amongst those within the gate freely, his sly whispers rustling through all the alleys, heard in the very halls of government itself. For the traitor appears not a traitor; he speaks in accents familiar to his victims, and he wears their face and their arguments, he appeals to the baseness that lies deep in the hearts of all men. He rots the soul of a nation, he works secretly and unknown in the night to undermine the pillars of the city, he infects the body politic so that it can no longer resist. A murderer is less to fear. The traitor is the plague.”
Month: February 2016
Pitiful Little Pepe
Pepe Orsini
Has a wee little wienie
He wraps it in Francis
Who slow dances pant-less
While Pepe sucks pus
Through his odious buss
Business vs. government
It makes no more sense to run a government as a business than it does to run a business as a government
The Chemtrail Rash And The GMO Tan
Woke up to wake up, my eyes widely shut
The coffee smelled putrid, the hallowed was smut
I struggled in memory of all that had been
Attempting to reckon on where to begin
For somehow I knew that a mission was here
Somewhere between what was fuzzy and clear
The mem’ries were there but seemed more from a dream
Somewhere were others here too from my team
But how could I find them to open the plan
I had a chemtrail rash and a GMO tan
I felt that the goods here were not what were sold
Not the seed garden of which we were told
With all the dark forces we had to contend
How could we possibly grow and ascend
We came here to learn how to master our fate
Not to earn master degrees in our hate
A shining epiphany came into mind
The main mission here was to learn to be kind
But how could I ever become such a man
With a chemtrail rash and a GMO tan
The sense of betrayal was hard to let go
The notion of equity not in the show
Where to begin to sow action humane
Where would it grow and without any rain
Where was the guidance and where was my team
Where was the Source from which everything streamed
Slowly I realized the plan must have stalled
Had I missed the squad; was an audible called
How could I manage to locate my clan
Having chemtrail rash and a GMO tan
Searching and seeking through all of the folks
Dodging the jeers and the thorns of the jokes
I found it obscure that my mission could be
To live as pariah for others to see
But maybe an outcast could only detect
The folly not seen from those in the sect
Perhaps to work thinking from outside the box
Presented the key to open the locks
But how would I manage to open that can
Having chemtrail rash and a GMO tan
Slowly by actions of those with intent
Who brought forth a friction against what was bent
I managed to overtly notice allies
Openly causing a shift on the rise
The team and the mission began to take form
From everywhere Lightworkers started to swarm
It wasn’t too long ‘til our forces stood strong
Ready to be what we were all along
United we managed to foment our plan
Fueled into action as Renaissance Man
Using chemtrail rash and our GMO tan
As our waking incentive to be what I AM
Helix Of The Wheel 