87: The Falling ShackleAnd I tell you the truth, the deception is high,As the "stars" start to tumble from th…

87: The Falling ShackleAnd I tell you the truth, the deception is high,As the "stars" start to tumble from the roof of the https://sky.Like the unripe figs from a tree in the gale,Revelation is here, and the "snakes" start to fail.They call it "Starlink," a web for the free,But it’s an ankle-bracelet system for you and for me.Not built for the signal, but built for the chains,A global surveillance to track all your https://brains.One to two falling daily, a rain of debris,Poisoning the air and the wind and the sea.Aluminum oxide is filling the breath,A "utility tool" that is signaling death.The atmosphere’s burning, the ozone is thin,While they mask their control with a "satellite" grin.But the Source is awake and the Truth is now clear:The Son of Man's Audit is finally here. They try to run for Mars, and the moon, but now they’re forced to hide in they’re own bunkers of doom