PTB/NWO Poem!

Bilderberg from a gilded age.

Wants me in an ungilded cage.

TSA every way. Something wicked, this way.

Comes.

Ascending black smoke there! Where! New York?

Or smoke signals of warning. From Anscestors time past.

Ghost Dancing there! And it's fast!

It fades to black. Hollywood, drop back. I see moving images.

Clouds of glory from thundering hoofs, horses carrying the first American Revolution.

Off into the sunset. Come back!!!

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Hi Simon,
I feel yours too..

Yep..I hear ya!
Lots of deep thinkers on this site and you are one of them! Thanks for sharing..