Don't give them Pandemic Amnesty

 

(A lone voice whispers)

I feel like my whole soul has just suddenly died

In so many unfathomable ways

And tonight

As I look back from all the way in here

Lost in the white noise of The Great In-Between

I can vaguely remember with now no fear 

Or sad tears 

I once cried

Of opening my pale blue eyes 

In our bedroom 

Yesterday

Looking for my one true love 

Wrapped up in our warm winter blankets

Sabrina

To say

What shall we do today

To then be hit in the chest

By the Mystery Punch of the Cosmic Thunderbolt

That I was leaving her and all

I once knew and loved behind 

Forever and going on a new quest 

And as I started to spasm 

Scream inside and fit

It felt like I was been pulled towards

A bright White Light

Called The Shift of All Ages

As spoken about 

As I now know

In mysterious books

Written for unseen Mages

By a strange magnetic

Force 

A strange archaeology

Hidden right out of 

Sight 

Snow covered the cold grounds

Below

As the harsh winter winds 

Blew through 

As Time and Sacred Geometry 

Weaved and flowed

And as my life on Earth drew to a close

With a burst of silver 

Zero Point Energy 

As sure as Father Christmas 

Knows where to go 

I can only pray 

Those who got paid

By those Brotherhoods 

And Secret Societies 

In control 

The end game grave diggers 

And global tomb builders

So others like me 

Are too early waylaid 

By Sudden Death 

Blood clots and heart attacks

Get a lump of black coal and time behind 

Cold steel doors

For I can only pray

Karma has cruel identification cards 

And freedom passports too

For science is a killer

For all those betrayed

Like me

Who trusted the news 

And showed the watching world

Our compliance 

It's just a shame we

The many

Won't be there

When the revelations pour in

And brand new purple Karma Cards 

And new Freedom Passports are handed out

As they stand in front of a jury

Feeling for the first time

Afraid

The newly condemned 

Handcuffed by their mortal greed 

Linked to choosing sin

To then be dragged kicking and screaming 

To jail

To a new life

No longer rich

But poor

Riddled with lice

Washing toilets and mopping cold floors for years

Like another poor son of a gun

Who took blood money for fun

Causing people to die early

Under the glare of the moon 

Or the rising sun

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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After reading about the drastic rise in sudden deaths, happening on a huge scale, worldwide. 

I had a feverish impulse to write this. As if guided.

Did I channel one of the tragic souls no longer around?

I hope so.

R.I.P