Dear Friends,
There once was an elite class so terribly foul,
Lying and conniving so we throw in the towel,
Bothering kids,
Making their bids,
To forever have a place in Tartarus’ bowel.
One can deny the truth for awhile,
Even doing so with gusto and style,
But reality bites,
Humanity lights,
And in the end we’ll be judged by our file.
The globalist faction and Satan are in bed,
With both something’s wrong in their head,
Nuclear war is a ready option,
To save them from conviction,
They’d rather do life in an underground bunker instead.
Apparently what we experience isn’t finality,
It’s not a blip in our psyche or personality,
Quantum theory arrange,
The world is pretty strange,
So the Mandela Effect could be retrocausality.
There once was a judge perverted,
Criminals and victims he inverted,
Saying with a squint,
And thereby justice was safely averted.
Sincerely,
John Pepin
