Within a lab across the sea,
They formed a plan for you and me!
A witch's cauldron and a bat!
A strange concoction in a vat!

They stirred and stirred till their strength waned!
Then stirred some more, till function gained!
And what had been benign to man,
Was quickly let out of the can!

But it did not perform as they
Had said it would, in any way!
They had to borrow where they could,
To make their nasty brew look good!

And in a much contested year,
We watched the flu just disappear!
The common cold would also fade,
Accommodating their charade!

And even borrowing from there,
The wise would simply quash despair!
For ninety nine point six percent,
And an "out of shape" president,

Survived what they proclaimed would be
The worst plague of the century!
Still, evil did exact a cost,
Much of our elderly were lost.

But evil was not satisfied.
Its conquest wouldn't be denied!
So they restricted human rights!
They quarantined their days and nights!

And then their plan evolved once more!
To earn those rights you had before,
You'll have to go behind the screen,
And take an unapproved vaccine!

Before you do, you'll have to sign
This waiver of our own design,
That guarantees you cannot sue,
No matter what happens to you.

And so the foolish and the scared,
All signed a deal that evil shared!
They took a jab that promised them,
Their chance of getting sick was slim!

And yet, in just a few months time,
The victims of this dreadful crime,
Would learn they still could catch the germ
A truth that science would confirm.

And that brings us to present day,
With talk of passports on the way.
And with this covenant from hell,
You'll have no right to buy or sell!

When passports change into a mark,
You'll know the times are getting dark.
You'll have to choose right then and there.
Choose wrong, and you won't have a prayer.

Faith in the Lord will keep you whole.
Only the Son can save your soul.
While evil men try many things,
To kill the flesh and clip your wings!

So cling to God with all your might!
If this becomes man's final fight,
He'll keep you safe from evil's goal,
Sustaining both body and soul.

The prophesy has been foretold,
And handed down from days of old!
The mark will make the guilty pay,
He'll separate the weeds that day.

If passports come, they'll be a sign,
For they're part of the beast's design.
A plan so long ago ordained,
Beginning when function was gained.

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