Dead Percent

Dead Percent               6/1/2017

Whistle, Whistle

In the dark

One foot after another

Across the street

And in the park. 

One bullet or two

Only a little drop

Will do you

Another day down

Cut in 

And cut out. 

The small voices

Cry out

In bits of information

Crawling on a web. 

Spreading out

In concentric circles

Larger and larger

The truth

Writ large. 

Unstoppable

And inevitable

The hidden bones

Claw at dirt. 

Pleading at you

And tickling our ears

Speaking truth

And unforgivable sin.

Rising up

A little more each day

The secrets and lies

They thought

Were buried. 

Layer by layer

The clues are there

Carefully peeled back

Across time and space. 

Revelation upon revelation

That all of it was fake

The world turned upside down

While we slept

Face down

And out. 

Skewed from the start

For money

And for power

The few behind the curtain

Lying and stealing. 

Fed a steady stream

Of propaganda and lies

Carefully scripted

And edited.

Trading us away

Off camera

Pursuing an evil agenda

Full of sacrifice

And genocide. 

Shunned, isolated

Intimidated and ridiculed

The good cowed into submission

Over nothing at all.

Dumbing us down

And diluting our vote

Evil men in high places

Rotten to the core. 

Expose them all

For the hoax

That they are

Flat profiles of cowardice

And treason. 

With death in their heart

And murder on their minds

Squeezing us all

In an ever tightening vise

Of manipulation

And control. 

Closer than you think

And worse than we imagine

The end game of evil

Heavy and hard. 

The same now

As it was then

The end seen

From the beginning

And spelled out

In words. 

Woe to him

Who does not

Read it now

Living in faith

Or dying with death.