London Irish living in Sydney Australia, fingers in lots of pies. Lover of a ditty. Q led and Irish soda bread.
Recipe for Success
He broke the yoke, the poisionous cake they sought to bake has been dashed against the wall, digital soldiers heard the call and the bakers of misinformation fed straight into the unsuspecting headhave said enough, the story was rough but it was all lies dambed lies looking into their soulless eyes they will recieve their eternal prize their fate will come as no surprise finally to answer for their plots, untying the knots allowing the information to flow free so all can see.
We knew we had to fight a war battling on an unfarmiliar shore, the information was there they just had to care and see what was planned for you an me, no difference and no reprieve because of the mental cages you refused to leave. We fight for you until you can see the truth of how close we came to their end game - total subjugation of every nation, freedoms stolen to never return with the virus they let the world burn- but now it's our turn
The patriots were ready and waiting, those in the know already celebrating for it's time that it is known we do not fight just flesh and bone.
The master of misdirection is leading an insurrection as above so below welcome to the final show.
It's time to stabd for what is true and reject the lies that bind the mind in the truth salvation find.
And as the mental chains which bind the brains begin to slack we see the cracks appear the deception is clear the end is nearfor the projectionists with all their twists their curtain weaved with the finest stich to drive the world into the ditch but the patriots are in control they pulled us out the deep dark hole and bring us back into the light to carry-on the age old fight.
Where we go one we go all time to watch the curtain fall.
