Bold fly's wander the web
Aware the deadly spiders lurk
Thinkers outside of the square
Not infected by the poisoned spools
Not hearing the same sound as the sheep
Sceptical of 'the official story'
Surely, its merely a matter of time
Before the deadly seeks the bold
And devours the fly
Before the snowball gathers more momentum?
Or is there an agency behind it all
Something entwined in the situation
Controlling both sides
Permitting the truth to filter through the consciousness
Perhaps then the spider is powerless
Merely a tool of the much greater
Maybe then the embargo on earth will be lifted
And the race of slaves will be permitted to see
Because the truth is before their eyes
It has been so simply concealed
The vision of the sheep distracted
Take away those distractions ...
And the world of the sheep will change forever ...