Collar the foe.
Compel his submission.
Current the flow.
Still his position.
Wire him and tire him
With water and biscuits*,
Special rendition,
Torture explicit.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Behavioral_Science_Consultation_Team
"And the daughter of Zion is left as a cottage in a vineyard, as a lodge in a garden of cucumbers, as a besieged city." – Isaiah 1:8
Collar the foe.
Compel his submission.
Current the flow.
Still his position.
Wire him and tire him
With water and biscuits*,
Special rendition,
Torture explicit.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Behavioral_Science_Consultation_Team
If honesty be your retreat,
Unheard will go your say.
Hyperbole is their repeat.
Truth’s bottled up this way.
Pillars and clouds,
Ancient of Days,
Lies for the crowds,
Truth set ablaze.
Trickery’s fits,
Never stay pinned,
Man’s counterfeits,
Can’t cover sin.
Deep in our souls,
God’s fire and smoke,
Filling our holes,
Until we’re awoke.
Barry Jennings unawares,
He and Michael Hess,
Blown away their exit stairs,
Explosions he confessed,
Were under him, then hanging on,
Breaking out some glass,
Rescuers had come and gone,
Each tower it would pass.
Interviewed him on TV,
Escaping with his life.
A witness to conspiracy
Too hot his story iced.
Best ignore old building seven
Dust the others into piles,
Parts of people gone to heaven,
Hose from streets and domiciles.
Independent science folks,
Spotting iron within the clay,
Take away their microscopes,
Out of hand dismiss their say.
Frozen in the toxic blur,
Tiny elemental spheres,
Crazies they agree to spur,
Ending early their careers.
Airways clogged instilled the rush,
Buried there and caked with ash,
Traumatized we squint and hush,
Blind to where the truth they cache.
Out of the flame our God spoke His name.
The bush burned but was not consumed.
God answered their cry but Moses reply,
Far too little faith he presumed.
God makes no mistakes. God gives and God takes.
A staff for a snake He will trade,
What’s clean for disease, our ill for our ease,
Our maker can change what He’s made.
Drawing us out,
Beauty’s objective.
What it’s about,
Being selective.
Inside and out,
Beauty demands it.
Without out a doubt,
Beauty our transit.
Beauty the route,
Out of our sand pit.
Larry’s ever clever,
Larry he’s a bandit.
Cranking with his lever,
Larry truth he cans it.
Flaming his endeavor,
Conspiracy he fans it,
Insured against attacks,
Double he demands it.
Ricocheted his word,
Larry’s magic bullet,
Shaken but not stirred,
Larry said “Just pull it”.
Drilling for their schemes
Signaling their teams
Billowing smoke screens
Mixing with our dreams
Shipping off the beams
Propaganda teams
Told us what was real
Shocked us made us squeal
Questioners suppressed
Kept the lid depressed
No one goes to jail
Guilty of fire sale
But wizardry does spell
Eternity in Hell.
The dating of the stone,
She thought it would declare,
When someone stacked it there.