Deep State Poem by Mason Maestro

These two just for you
And it goes on and on (and on)
When nothing seems to disprove
For Chechen brothers armed
What about the other few?
Connector can't recant
Or claim we're all insane
Or blinded by a blast
desist, maybe resist
Turned out to be your last
Then insist to persist
and enlist the assistance
Such as the past, for instance.
You can clot all this blood
Poor it, spill it out
Donate it, recreate it
Lick it up from the spout

Tamerlan man run over
(Raise the false flag up the mast)
Perhaps a Land Rover
(Raise it higher and higher)
In a deep state shiver
Down the feces river
In it there's the navy waiting
For their sailing orders, too
While you're not looking
They smoke these homegrown cigars
As they like to, of course

We watch the news, think it's something
Till something's enough, or great
At the core of the dark state
Sail to strait sound, run aground
Marathon, inflate
So here still, the deep state