Hoaxed World - Chapter 2 - Space is Fake
It seems to me like I don't have the eyes to see,
the curvature that there was supposed to be.
No matter at what degree,
flat is the whole damn sea.
No matter how high I rise,
it's flat tell me my eyes,
No matter how high I fly,
a flat line meets the sky.
So we're not on a ball, I'm sure,
but what else needs some cure?
Well, space is fake and they are lying to us all,
you and I - we live in the cult of baal,
rockets never got high enough to reach,
the outer space NASA is funded to preach.
The ISS isn't real, just a tool for sellin' a lie,
and I don't even care how hard you wanna deny,
that nobody ever landed on the moon,
and that it's not happenin' anytime soon,
'cause space is fake and CGI the underlying tune.
In case you think on Mars is cruisin' a robot,
please have a look for the actual spot,
a red layer added ontop of a desert scene,
humans on Mars - an unfulfillable dream.
Oddly enough there are bubbles in space walks,
see for yourself and then spread it with chalks,
and when they show the inside of the ISS,
you are presented with a ridiculous mess.
Astronauts hangin' in wires lookin' like fools,
goofin' around with virtually injected tools,
speakin' 'bout nothin' usin' empty phrases,
how one would believe 'em is what amazes.
Todays astronomists actually dare to say,
that these twinklin' stars are trillions of miles away,
take the chance and opt out of that insanity,
get some light in your head and quit your vanity.
Go and try to find any of the missing stellar parallax,
before you manage it, your government will free you from the income tax,
'cause the relative positions of the stars never shifted,
all the constellations really have persisted.
Since the ball is expected to move at a vast speed,
doubt is what this particulary fact should breed,
and every star is said to have its unique vector,
but none of that is seen by any spectator.
And I did not mention the lack of wind yet,
all air statically spinning they said,
magically movin' like in solid unity,
a tough case of conceptionalized lunacy,
bright minds lost in obscurity.
Let me list you some of the wicked correlations,
one can examine between various religious narrations,
space agencies, mass media, scientism and public schools,
building up the priesthood refining gullible fools.
Degenerated leaderships with infernal faces,
setting up obelisks in public places,
leaving their mark and honourin' their gods,
givin' themselfs applauds capturing sun spots.
Badly acting astronauts sent as saints to the promised land,
you believing this shit is what they demand,
sittin' in phallic babylonian towers disguised as rockets,
funded by the state lying to you and emptying your pockets.
On the flying obelisks they display a vector sign,
found within nearly every space agencies' design,
knowing the religious context, it really is the tongue of a snake,
either way, they all drop into the ocean, make no mistake.
Satellites be watchin' you from above the sky like angels,
all seeing eyes with views defined by the arch of angles,
electrified by a central sun, which is vital,
- an antique heliocentric dream gone viral.
In the roman names of the planets it is written,
modern days astronomy's origin of polytheistic worshippin',
and they would like you to believe in original sin,
so they will tell you 'bout climate change and carbon foot print,
they're tryin' to make you feel guilty, which should give you a hint.
Feeding the idea of a meteorite impact in order to push apocalypse fear,
all the time they build up their gear, leveling up their game with every year,
wantin' you to give up all of your legitimately wanted sovereignity,
providin' you the false save haven of systemized state authority.
by post globe awareness
released 17th Nov '17