Dear Friends,
The PRC is an empire in all but name,
Economic power is its claim to fame,
Time is short,
LSTs are in port,
All that’s left is for Xi to start the game.
Europeans want the mass migration to abate
Finally seeing their tortured terrible fate,
So they stand up now,
Get behind the plow,
But the sad reality is it maybe too little too late.
The sides begin to align,
The good and the malign,
The struggle starts,
For minds and hearts,
And a lake of fire awaits those who take the sign.
The brilliant are the very few,
They’re better than me and you.
Bow to them,
The smart men,
And live in perpetual doom.
The narcissistic censor doth speak,
To silence the weak and the meek,
He knows best,
Quiet you pest,
But the breath of the censor doth reek.
The elite are citizens of the world it’s said,
Smarter, wiser while high born and bred,
They are the few,
Better than you,
And the globalist utopians live with demons in their head.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
