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Friday, 3 August 2018

The Cult of Q






The Cult of Q

Conspiracies grew in the Cult of Q
The code words were auspicious
A Lumen-elite with crocodile feet
Made Alex Jones suspicious

He yelled so loud, he drew a crowd
The odd, the weird, the crazy
And Rosanne Barr who was going so far
The point of it was hazy.

IIlumin-arty snuck in the party
Some were spiking drinks
Plying MK Ultra in upper rooms
And encouraging sexual kinks.

© S. O. Fasrus

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