Prophet of doom In gloom High on a broom Possessed by the moon You bemoan You aren’t enslaved goon Neither 5G’d buffoon
You rave You own a cave For free will Thy will Shall be done as you will You might as well Write your will
Dig your grave It’s a time game Your thoughts aren’t the same Your feelings aren’t tame
Take your time Your freedom is prime For crime Warning bells chime Could save you a dime
It’s a no-end-game Your logic is lame Driving in the wrong lane Is a death game For the infame Ignorance unframed Self-destruction uncaged Soul encased
Burial to erase You from the race For collective survival grace There’s no grief Your mind is grave No peace in the grave Your demons are brave Your dark side can’t behave
In the horror that’s your head on a stave For your face In a trance Everyone is a nutcase Everything is a disgrace
You persist that the system in place Seeks to replace People liberties with acquiescence In dissonance With your sense Of egotistical existence Your disappearance Equals good riddance
For once Shut your mouth Declare your Four-square-metres of safety Around you Close your eyes Form your Space of solitude Inside eight cubic metres of Six mirror’ surfaces
Open your eyes See the many facets of You Your potential And that is only The-visible-to The naked eye
Inside of you Is the power That made God To say the least Fear not thyself Fear ye not the unknown
No need for anger No need for confusion No need for despair No need for panic No need for prejudice No trepidation No end of the world imminent
Cleanse your hands Create similar spaces For your loved ones Your neighbours Your fellow beings Merge the best Of your reflections See how larger than life You all are together as one Against Devious intentions By the contentious They call it solidarity You have a future to groom
No need to abuse No need to bully No need for conspiracies No need for estrangements No need to hate No need to lie No need for suspicion No need for others’ blood in your hands
Mirror reflections are science It’s called physics In times of uncertainty Chaos reigning high Broken mirrors pieces Reflect Lights of possibilities By their numbers In all directions Angles and curves Have no fear There’s always an answer
Lockdown Open your mind Do right things right Reflect on your life Reflect on your place on earth There is always an answer It’s only a matter of time
Polish mirrors in your head Let science work Like it took man To the moon And back Alive Mars is next
PANDEMIC FATALITIES This year 2021 I’ll hit My second life 500 000 kroners Fortune mark Beyond which I’ll stop counting As the zeros grow’n’grow I’ll start kicking creditors In the butt Big Daddy Mr Big Money Maker Back in town …