Mixed Media on wood, ready to hang.

Signed on the front.

HEK293
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The Black Mass Theatre Company
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Gathered in lands high up snow-covered alps
Brew concoctions of vax sourced from torn foetal scalps
Wizard-soup in a vial to inject in the vein
The Eagle cries not for the murdered ones’ slain
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Not those learneds of science from old crusader days
Now abandoned the Book for new Pharmakei ways
By the Senates and Congress and Houses sat in
Use the pen not the sword to enable such sin
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Wet ink law and fresh legislates now do suit well
Pave that road for the masses with mandates from Hell
No jab and no job and no job then no play
Yet feed do these vampires on crumb that we make
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Though take orders from villains from far and abroad
Sell the country wholesale like the old one’s had warned
Who fought and died bloody on fields far away
By the millions gave life to be free here today
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Today that is gone we’re surrounded by pus
Are these tyrants called leaders encircling us
Deceive and cry ANZAC do they each every year
In dark rooms do they conjure to work on your fear
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Divide and do conquer one shadow one light
Point at the unvaxxed whom they want you to fight
And to hate and to blame on the trouble around
Like they did to the Jews back in forty and found
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That one needs now to blame for their failures and be
The lamb sacrificed swinging high in a tree
‘Cause division gives power
The dark one has this hour
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Those Kings in the hills
Use our leaders as shills.