Layers of 11:11
So we heard more of the same tonight!
The duopoly sang its old tired song once more…
The democratic and republican puppets each came up to the podium and parroted the other, feigning to strike a pose…
How many State of the Union addresses have we been subjected to before?
The Supremes sat rigid and dark, wielding judgment, and the Military was poised to strike, at beck and call… The remainder of the chamber rose and fell in a charade…
But what we missed, what screamed, was the void between the lines…
The opaque power structure orated transparency, yet clouded hapless minds…
These are the layers:
Speechwriters craft proscribed agenda, which are then pantomimed by the puppets in different flavors and hues to the masses,
So that pure energy is harnessed through the currency of lives…
It’s ultimately about Ohm’s law,
It’s certainly not about education but seduction…
We are seduced into stupor, barely kept alive as currency flows through us…and taxed.
The Somnambulist awakens at last, and the clock reads 11:11
Farewell Alito
-Iliad Alexander Terra
