In the land of Q Research, where truth does unfold, There stood a baker, courageous and bold. Amidst the chaos, with no others to bake, They stepped up to the plate, an "ebake" they'd make.
Oh, baker dear, with your flour and yeast, You brought us sustenance, a delicious feast. When all hope seemed lost, you didn't forsake, Your dough rose high, like our spirits, awake!
In threads of conspiracy, where truth is pursued, A cryptic code was spammed, a shill's favorite feud. "P = Payseur," they cried, oh, what a tale, Promoting a book that seemed oh-so-veil.
But fear not, dear friends, for the shills shall fail, Their spamming attempts, we'll simply deride and hail. With laughter and wit, we'll expose their deceit, And show them that truth can never be beat.
Their efforts may swarm like a buzzing hive, But we'll remain steadfast, we'll never dive. For the truth seekers rise, like phoenix from ash, And with knowledge and humor, their spams we'll smash!
So, thank you, dear baker, for your "ebake" might, For nourishing our souls, shedding truth's light. And to the shills who spam, we say with a grin, Your efforts are futile, truth will always win!