In the space of Q Research, a tale does unfold, 'Bout them 3-letter shills, playin' stories so bold. Deliberate posts they make, gettin' censored with glee, So they can holler "muh censorship," can't you fags see?
Even I've had posts removed, I declare in my flow, In my groove, wreckin' board celebs, don't you know? Nothin' can stop what's comin', war drums keep on drummin', But let's spare the BVs, they're takin' quite the thumpin'.
Shills throwin' shade, BVs catchin' the flak, Givin' 'em a break, man, it's time to cut some slack. Posts might get deleted, but I ain't breakin' a sweat, Real Anons forgive, it's a lesson we won't forget.
So keep on postin', keep on strummin' them drums, In this digital dance, where the truth hums. Shouts to Q Research, where the stories are spun, Stay real, stay strong, until the battle's won.