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Old 08-07-2019, 07:40 PM   #3
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A magnum opus holds court in his mind’s eye like paladin thoughts
head buried in his hoodie; he’ll do anything for that gallery spot
but salary’s taut, barely living off of this factory job
downtime revolving ‘round loose women and daiquiri shots
though his camera was a weapon - from this was mastery wrought.
Who knew the insouciant youth would use it in a dastardly plot?
sooo sick of these bastardly top cats advocating the lord’s prayer
a populace mesmerized by all these Ads and their sorcerous force stares.
These damned algorithms track everything from porn sites to purchasing porch chairs
selling your data. He’s had enough and he’s ready for warfare...
So his canon’s slung up, ready to shoot with an extension attached
uploading truth in JPEGs, stirring masses in his dimension of facts
with tension he’s rapt - hunting under Luna in the spirit of Artemis
his phone glows: a smoking gun straight from the British Parliament!
This theory was startling. Heads of government and companies who’d never fear to martyr him
yet the young man armed with shutter clicks was one you couldn’t bargain with
he rifled through their lies with ease - the laws and scrolls of jargon smiths
to manipulate we “cattle algorithms”: to reach the vaunted status of carbon monoliths.
The plot was this: Bring back some ‘facade of baronial prominence
so that Great Britain returned as rightful heirs of colonial dominance.
Speak to the masses of future glories in colloquial confidence
but reading through to an endgame; there’s a latent pandemonium obvious
a people drugged off of moral fantasies like some opium hobbyists...
This opprobrious sloppiness was partly facilitated by petroleum deposit slips
and to the sanitarium audience who’d eat it up in its delicious appeal
but very few saw through the curtains of Oz and its lascivious deals.
For such hideous wills, we need a sleuth who is skilled at truthful reveals
because toppling zeitgeists require nerves made of valerian steel
still holding that glowing phone, yet holding true to his Shakespearean film...
The exposed document read: WORLD ORDER - TO RENDER PROLETARIAT HARMLESS
USING CUTTING EDGE SCIENCE TO INDUCE...”A CIMMERIAN DARKNESS”
the website showed hacked lists of missing boys complete with audios in metafiles
and at a soul level...he knew these baron minds were all homo pedophiles.
The facts unearthed revealed: experiments conducted of all biological kinds
harness life extension; then alter known history along with sociological tides...
It was a long lineage of ancient elites - this collusion was wide -
upgrading themselves while killing others in Malthusian crimes.

Fomenting far-spread fear, spiking suspicion from dawn til dead in the night
Undermining understanding until upsurges unfolded - and then they would strike
Create collective cynicism, then offer them help and “attend to their souls”
Keenly kicking-off kaleidoscopic waves of rancor to extend their control

Let lords lackey the masses? Never, he’d move to stop the deception
And annihilate any amateurs they’d send to stop his progression
Radiating raw rage - toward each and every one of these unfeeling liar-freaks
Such salacious sabotage can be acted on because of this revealing cyber leak.

This plot was centuries old...these bloodlines were filled with patient tyrants
it seemed they convened at a mansion on the cliffs of this ancient island...
So our hero contacted a hacker - friend and serial co-worker of menial positions
the low waged brainiacs could save the world with their ingenious convictions.
For the mission: he’d videotape evidence to expose their crafty mirage
and bring his trusted camera. For his personal photographic collage.
The day came, him and three friends, they were just four alone
the gates hacked remotely, they dropped the three guards there with chloroform.
Entered the regal estate with a cool calm - and a suspension of spanned time
the importance of every step felt; as they moved to emancipate mankind
found a sinister hall, with a whispering roundtable and barely opened doors
slinking stealthily on the walls, his live-streaming friend aired and recorded all...
though appalled, the conversation confirmed their sinister intent
to take over via propaganda galore and then administer threats...
the old curmudgeons spoke of “killing them all” with little regret
after several minutes a patriarch noticed them calmly - then what happened astounded him
but their job was complete as an army of trained guards surrounded them...
although he knew they were doomed - they’d caught the bastards in a lapse of focus
as he was shot in the back of the head, time stopped: and he was viewing his magnum opus.










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