The Cabal’s Lament

 

That’s a Conspiracy Theory!

Sheeple point and laugh.

Those laughin’ loudest

Won’t laugh last.

 

Most folks don’t know,

They have been programmed.

Or that wolves walk among us,

Lookin’ like men.

 

There’s no soul in their gaze

Cause it’s been sold.

To the enemy

From the days of old.

 

The feral ones have long been

Drawn to politics

The things that they do

Make good men sick.

 

Now there’s always been some

Born with Guardian hearts

Their straight back bones

Set them apart.

 

A few of this sort

discovered the red pills

They passed them around

And did not keep still

 

They valued their souls

Above treasure and gold

They knew a time was coming

That had been foretold

 

Confident, the soul-less ones

Failed to see

The good folks noticing

They were no longer free

 

Complacent, they never thought

That she would lose

Or that the people would remember

They had the right to choose

 

The wolf men had no prophets

So they weren’t expecting Q’s dumps

And they never dreamed they’d run across

A man like Trump.

 

They thought we were stupid

And we’d be easy to bid.

They didn’t see the storm coming

:..but they wish they did.