The Marionette Device.
5 out of 1000 people believe they have been "taken" by aliens.
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I have a dream..
People will call my name, people will love me
No matter how ugly, rugged or lovely, some see
Me as a dead vulture picked apart and trashed
Some see me as a born leader, born in the ash
Of burned tar, and fragmented bone, alone
My future is engraved with stone, my home
Is the only place, I will never bleed,
I will choose the future, this is my DREAM.
I work 9-5 minimal wage, I am a ghost
But this job is nothing to me, nobody knows
This is my zone, to become the gold
That fools see easy, That fools see as their..
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88% of the people who've been abducted are abducted more than once.
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Tonight as I sleep, I will dream the real me
Where the world exists along with real feelings
And I can be followed, where people respect
Me, the head of humanity.. the future ahead
..Of thee
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92% of all "alien abductions" are at night and dusk.
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Steadily, slowly, they pull me from my bed
I can’t move my ears, my feet or my legs
I can’t see what’s touching me, or breathing
But I know, they will help me achieve feats
Un-human, feats witch the brains can’t contract
Slowly, they pull me towards the alien craft
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91% of people who've been abducted believe they have a tracking device implant.
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Day breaks.
My pillow is bloody, my nose is running with snot
The root of my soul rots, but I feel stronger in awe
The longer I stop to think what happened before
I am startled, to hear a brief tap at the door
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“Good Morning” the men were dressed in black suits
“There is no time to explain” as they came unto
My house, dressed me, and led me to a vehicle
It was black like their suits, this automobile, steel
Doors, doubled, thick, bomb resistant – I’m unaware
And when I get nervous, I shake with terror
Two pills popped, I’m feeling some comfort inside
People were waving, It was a comfortable ride
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71% of alien abducties are open to the 'aliens' And are also open to an unknown 'change'
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WE stop.
A back door is open, a woman is waiting
She says “follow” and I follow facing
Many men, they all shake my hand
My hearts racing, London, England, Japan
Every race, as I walk, slowly pacing
She points to a curtain, then briskly retreats
“Where is it”
“WHERE IS WHAT?”
“The speech Mr. President, The speech”
“WHAT! What speech – ”
“Sir You are delusional, the press-“
“WAIT!” I feel into my pockets with stress
I felt my pocket.. I felt what was detained
I pulled out a paper, My nostrils inflamed
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“I.. I must have forgot it" I said..
“she whispered yes.. now hurry ahead
I pushed forth the curtain, and opened my sheet
The new leader of the Bush Administration,
Is ready to speak.
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Metal objects of unknown origin have been removed from some of the people who've been abductor's bodies.
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-I never wrote a speech.
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Throughout this piece I’ve planted several “facts”
It was your choice to believe them or not…
But consider… what if I made them up?
Did you believe, and If you did..
How easy would it be to blindfold a nation..
And.. how easy would it be,
to lead them in the wrong direction?
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