A transmission projected down from the height of the COVID years.

 

Blessed be. 

Velumbound. 

Can you remember those fear-inducing speeches? 

(A lone voice whispers)

With vacant, empty stares

Like the husk above and desolate, soul-crushing goals

They who love to stand on mahogany podiums to talk and preach

Those who'd like to paint the globe in anxious red paint 

Creating drum beats of suspicion

To all within their reach

And then instruct mandates that could make a sane man faint 

For people to comply for their own safety 

With a straight face 

Pretending they aren't tainted 

Corrupted or even classed as crazy 

But in reality

The masses now wilfully mesmerised and gleefully enrolled

Are just restrained like prisoners in orange jumpsuits

By those they've put in control

Because of this and their devoted followers  

Who through social media 

Feel they can openly criticise whilst on patrol

 

This continuous talk of death and fear 

The threat of shedding so many unfortunate tears

Makes them listen to those issuing instructions

Even More

But beyond the limitations of all that seemingly hypnotising fear

There is still hope

 

Hope in the divine knowledge 

Of a new freedom

Once we go outside their strict walls and rigid ramblings

Breaking free from their cleverly crafted paradigms 

Linked to isolation and confinement 

Trying to imprison all those poor souls listening 

As they read from their new Dead Sea Scrolls 

We can each still create a new kingdom of our own

By keeping our faith and looking between the lies

Whilst tearing up labels and testimonies from those corrupted dark trolls

Just following hidden instructions 

From the ghouls 

Who are really in the know

Members of secret societies whose motto is simply  

Money and greed

What they do not know is 

"Radix Malorum Est Cupiditas" 

A Biblical quotation in Latin

Which means 

"Greed is the root of evil" 

Which will be the mantra of the Devil's Men when they come

And all they'll hear when their time is called

And to the 9th Circle be driven by the hell hounds

As they are recalled

Where they'll suffer into eternity

When their pitiful souls over hot coals are hauled

Keep the faith

Better days are coming your way

Your life has never been just another commodity 

That can be easily bought and sold

If you never agree 

to put it up for sale

(C) 

Copyright John Duffy

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