The Grand Imperial Circus
The fading masters calculate,
With narrow mindz -dividing linez,
shall be punished for more then for war of crimez!
From East to West they Copy and plot, use the podium like a rigged slotz* To feed a bitter, restless mood; spreading hate: divide & rule.
Power built on pushing down, is cursing them with burning crownz.
By twenty-twenty-seven’z light,
The world won't heal overnight; as frogz were boiled for a very long time; Stars align and forces decline.
Old systems crumble to ash.
I traced the lines across the sky,
Where charts of power do not lie,
Karmic Trumpet's tranzit time,
Shows strength that stretches down the line—
A tranzit built to fight and stay, is getting weak at full moon night. Unshaken through the shifting day as nothing happened the previous day.
In this blinding, shifting view, leaders copy racist few.
The karmic wheel is steady & true, with shackle broken at thirty-two.
Past every test the trumpets move; their hard time starts at thirty-two.
While leaderz falls at dawn and night
Caught flat against a changing time. Their greed shall bring the darkest night; as day shall look like a moonless night.
Some kingz will sit on burning thronez; their fellowz shall live livez unknown.
An oldy Goldy; down under somewhere: with red hair followz trumpet's steps to her chair. people laugh make her fun: if she winz her land is done! No government benefits" "no welfare paymentz." If people chose her for her nation planz: a disaster and a financial bleed; Darkest cloudz are here to be; A mass exodus like Moses dayz; be warned as the past repeats; As slavez leave Hesperia streets; there shall be no money for govt benefits or welfare schemez. As her money falls - the pied Piper leaves; with children of slavez & makes them free.
The hissz of silence shall bleed those earz : who ruled by casting hateful spearz; shall see the elders finally cheerz!
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