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Been Gang Stalked for a minute.

The under belly of some fallen breed

Corrupted in human folk.

To fulfill their greed

Only desire is to steal, kill and destroy;

God's chosen seed.

Anointed we've been set

On higher ground.

So no worries should we place our bets.

Distractions on every corner of my mind.

Yet I place my Spirit on the Grace of promised ground.

A place where no tears will ever mark;

This now hopeful frown.

Mockery disguised as wit and cleverness.

A little bit of humor to feel a tad bit superior.

While all his kin fall in line.

Laughing like coyotes.

Thinking you're a wolf, while just a little tike.

It must be so easy to express and project hatred,

While professing love and tolerance.

Except for my kind. I pray my life never has rewind and we never meet in life. People like you run from my plight.

Noble pursuits with no diety.

While Sam I am Smith poses in tranquility,

Next to a baphomet slave,

Dueting an unholy dichotomy.

Dimensions go deep sea,

These devils is dead seeds, professing,

Got these elitist in frames see,

Dimensions go deep,

Pictures go world wide

Wicked coils to extend its reach,

As it's boldness creeps,

No longer hidden,

But on the surface, it greets;

Many have welcomed,

So many decieved,

Evil once cloaked,

Is now released,

Im Husked,

Not Elon-Gated,

Like Bill,

Cumming himself,

Clinton, Bill Richardson,

NM governess,

And such is some,

That's Musk,

Their ungodly lust,

Another word for,

These perverts,

Stank worse than death dipping oneself in sacreligous lunch,

Telling lies,

These government ties,

Masonic scriptures testify,

A scrupulous skien of God,

Yet indoctrinated by,

Satanic captured,

Decieving the blind,

So I drop tender lines tonight,

Open your eyes and see.

Trapped up in sunshine, Drowned out in Rain.