The devil,
The effortless craftsman. A watchmaker of clocksmiths not clocks, can design and devise for decline and demise, so articulate, but his tongue's under the disguise of the wise that deceive, where their actions are from when he speaks, and the clever carnival of freaks will not cease to be at peace, until each breadcrumb, each and every piece, has been bequeathed by the weak for the feast, cannot appease appetites of beasts…so go although know not,that knowing only knows not,confused under the ruse, that the accuser becomes the accused, and the oppressor will never let loose until you, contained in a few, rise up to become an ocean so blue, that the waves shall devour all in that final hour in power of the many,for we are the legion, not you, you made the clock, but we make the pendulum move, we are the grinding gears that never get oiled so you can take the spoils, now we chime,it’s time, no borders,no countries in this world at arms, arms used to tell you this time, trying to divide us under the cloak of becoming United, you,if be loyal, faithful, and true are us, anonymously we can be the ones we trust…expect us