The management of fear
Finally crawling out from the dark hole
It is beginning to take shape
As the events written up
The agencies running
The Albino only points
The direction it has to go
And it is done
The running dogs bark
Spreading the rabid news far and wide
People are prepared
Knowing the rules learned for decades
It isn't anything new
It is the old book changing sleeve
It smells the familiar projections
One plus one equal three
This is the way it has done
Nothing change but many to float
For the running boys this is heaven
Laws and Constitution
Only the power makes
The breakdown hasn't recovered
Even new pacts lack the bites
It is just for show to the people
The management of fear has arrived
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