There’s a crack in your bricks.
The wall you’ve built around yourself
to stop ‘them’ from getting in.
They want to steal your freedom.
Inject chips into your blood to make your arms magnetic.
They want to lock you in your garage with only the spiders for company, but the spiders are bugged and listening and watching and reporting back on your every blink and breath and heartbeat.
Trust no one.
There’s a crack in your bricks.
The wall you’ve built around yourself
to stop the chemtrails from controlling your mind.
They want to steal your children, indoctrinate and impregnate with false ideals and dangerous untruths.
Or worse…
They’ll be sodomised and the reptilians authorised to drink their blood and pick at their bones while they vaccinate us all against learning the truth.
The woke have awakened.
But that wall of yours, that will protect you.
There’s a crack in your bricks.
The wall you’ve built from code and conspiracy,
trapped in your cyber-cell of hashtag hatred.
But I see a crack.
A hairline fracture.
The tiniest slice of hope that, one day,
the light will shine through.
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