Coup

[Coup]

Important Note

Dear Recipient of this Letter,

Last night, three surgeons quietly entered your residence
Two had needles and certainly medicated your remembrance
One furnished a scalpel, his eyes were bleeding black ink
Together they will defile you, sight unseen this week
This note will inform you of your current predicament
Don't stay inside for its duration, read on to learn of it

A national emergency is in effect, total Marshall Law
A medical order to eradicate dissent, cut from a doctors saw
You have been identified as a threat, an aggressor
An instigator-activist sent by truth, silenced by scissors

Wake up.

Because your daughter will not; taped as cannon fodder
Internal-radiated and the first to be murdered, devoured
Because your son was forced to assist, whisked from the nest
Then hung from the course of his neck in his sisters dress
Your wife has been shot, but not before she fought back
With a sharp pen she resisted with a stab that bled black
They are all stuffed in the garbage can, in bits at best
Forget about them and remember this is real, sick but a test

Under your bed is a gun, a mirror and a single pill
Swallow the capsule then feel around for the windowsill
Take the mirror, steady a signal off the Westward sun
The opposition is ready, awaiting a sign since this all begun
Jump from your captivity now, or a doctored disease will be coming
Meet the resistance somehow with cunning or cease to be nothing

When you arrive give the gun to Edward. The man
He will decide your worth or shoot you, understand
Say to him, "Synaguage Alpha" to pass the sentries
Then it's on or else a failure of freedom eventually
By then you should be feeling the dope meant to numb
And will have no problems accepting that hope is all but done

Edward will tell you the city streets are a problematic prism
The army is to kill off the silent majority against the system
You must be completely plugged in and chipped to live
One bank, one religion with government clipped to give
Sooner than later, you'll be born a slave without will
It's like that now, but it's in a SHADE most find a thrill

The difference is that today:

Distractions like Dancing with the Stars is over, done
And Pepsi is out of stock, or no more Hollywood scum
No more predictive programming by social engineers
Or the fabricated life away from reality inching near
The masses are taking notice, no more whimsical fluff
But for now, it's you, Edward and a small tactical bluff
To head up an Army of soldiers chipping the herd
To kill as many as possible to sustain the spoken word:

Your family is dead. They want you. You must act.

Sincerely,

Anonymous