"In Front Your Eyes The Great Illusion"

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"In Front Your Eyes The Great Illusion"

In Front Your Eyes
The Great Illusion

Sometimes when we have lost a precious item we search and search to but to no avail Until we stop switch focus something else then we noticed item of lost in font of eyes This joyful pain got many brains under strain, illusionist mind game got some insane They’ll sing betrayal songs of the mad conscriptions some even while holding hands On the populations tis blanket is not bout protections it’s more on enslaving the lands Derangement of scopes thus the great illusion becomes a joke a congestion of smoke While truth is deaf, blind & mute lies are substitute for truth, sweetly the piper’s flute

Idiot box tell-lie-vision shows images of constrain slowly tis poison damage the brain Cell phones mobile microwaves frying the body with consistent rays in this silly craze Some wear headpiece to speed up their end of days, the illusions are strong, yeah mon From point A to point Z in driving to our given destinations we get burn by radiations AC DC some of these frequencies we’re unable to see these structures attached firmly Emitting low frequencies elf not a fantasy, globally tis ‘harrp’ tune on our frequencies Behind close doors criminals plans, changing weather patterns with this mass weapon

Interference on communications ground base & atmospheric condition effects mass ill Illusionists smile with thrills, they laugh knowing there is no point running to the hills Some will return to caves or become new experiment of slaves it is the good old days For those demons walking in the shell of humans a return of freedom their kingdoms Our galaxy is alive so the each cycles may strive, not all dimensional beings are kind  What’s known as crimes is natural pattern of some kinds all tis deaths & destructions These parts of the great illusions sacrifice is still a strong ritual who’s next at the alter

Blood no longer red… in this moment it will be very dread no point counting the dead Look at food they put to their heads, laying in their beds a programming signal of end Reactions solutions biological stimulations nuclear explosions before new age nations Its recurring requirements that’s how they’ll sell tis ferment no, no cure for symptoms The populist has not a single chance for the physic trauma will be a great energy blast Breaking the dimensional looking glass escaping is a evil that will last unless we mass With our thoughts we are able to see the illusions in the dark & adjust moment of past

Applause for we know the clause 3 is 1 she said to we that’s the key look you will see In all degrees the path of prophesies always come back to she thy Black Mother of we     

 Ashia:- Hotep
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