Dear Friends,
The globalists are playing a game on you and me,
Pretending there is such a thing as democracy,
But they choose who can run,
Then ban parties just for fun,
And rule from afar with an iron fist despotically.
The trans thing is a cultural disease,
Mutilate children the elite to please,
A philosophy comparative,
Don’t question the narrative,
Or you’ll be attacked by zealot NPCs.
Human beings derive fulfillment from family,
But elites wanted to be unrestrained sexually,
So they undermined our faith,
Sold us the power of the state,
And now we are the same, desperately lonely.
Only the elites’ cronies are licensed,
To speak publicly and us influenced,
The narrative must flow,
And as we all know,
Assange has been effectively silenced.
The first rule of despot club is to stay _____,
If someone does speak the idiots will ____,
Members get their needs met,
The rest their needs can’t ___,
As the rest of us are on a perpetual diet.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
