Que Rhymetime
@QRhymeTime
10 May, 07:15
Mayday:
Is this the final hour?
When will the people take back the power?
Will the covid hoax persist?
How can we stand and resist?
As they groom the people towards their doom waiting for another boom
I trust the plan and know it had to be this way for the course I'm going to stay
but every day the hope gets stripped as lives are ripped asunder as we wonder when is the curtain going to fall like a sledgehammer through the wall
shining light into the cave, every day we must be brave and speak the truth,
show the proof even if they will not see they'll have to see eventually.
Is this the final hour?
When will the people take back the power?
Will the covid hoax persist?
How can we stand and resist?
As they groom the people towards their doom waiting for another boom
I trust the plan and know it had to be this way for the course I'm going to stay
but every day the hope gets stripped as lives are ripped asunder as we wonder when is the curtain going to fall like a sledgehammer through the wall
shining light into the cave, every day we must be brave and speak the truth,
show the proof even if they will not see they'll have to see eventually.
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How long will the sheep remain asleep?
How much more damage must they reap before the Jack can spring from the box In their heads there must be rocks but I try to keep vibrations high
I understand it's do or die the play is grand meticulously planned and every move sets off a chain that could lead to a world of pain.
So I'm trusting in the higher power I don't know when but we'll have our hour
The children I pray are being saved, slaved no more to Babylons whore I know they are avoiding war and there's probably more in store before the end, timelines blend a world to mend we can fend for those who cannot waiting for the shot to wake the earth, pains of rebirth.
How much more damage must they reap before the Jack can spring from the box In their heads there must be rocks but I try to keep vibrations high
I understand it's do or die the play is grand meticulously planned and every move sets off a chain that could lead to a world of pain.
So I'm trusting in the higher power I don't know when but we'll have our hour
The children I pray are being saved, slaved no more to Babylons whore I know they are avoiding war and there's probably more in store before the end, timelines blend a world to mend we can fend for those who cannot waiting for the shot to wake the earth, pains of rebirth.
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