WHO will it be to pen their names upon parchment,
laced with lies that linger on tongues above?
WHO would care to breed the world dry of life,
one sickness at a time?
And WHO will feign heart to cage the lives that fly,
all to mimic the power of the Most High?
In a world of paper that grows, yet shrinks;
an inflating balloon teetering at the brink.
Laws and labels signed in the stink of ink.
Digital slaves to the Global Elites Inc.
How long will your eyes rest, my friend?
How long will your thirst be quenched by trinkets and trends?
