I Am As On Poem by Alfred Barna

Appointed once for men to die
Guide stone entities on Earth want to Escape, and be as on High
As low mortals search for their daily bread
Lead by Bezos, Musk, and Gates the multitudes are shed
They conspire with sycophants and political in the sty
Mutating what is real and good
Into a virtual simulation of what was understood
Taking your ability of eating from Eden to their pleading
They want to synthesize everything you are needing
Making slaves without work to do what men should
They will give you Soma and weeds
To placate men from their very spiritual needs
But you must worship their silicon science statues, who do not Know
Nor do they weep or laugh for what bleeds
The Sun has returned once again to burn men
But remember my friend it will be take again
For the path is wide which leads to the soul's destruction
But man cannot bring the dead back to resurrection
But they will try to convince you that they can