Preparing for the Revelation

2024 the year of painful transformation

In the shadowed world where whispers rule,
Where tiny hats crown the knave and the fool,
We've walked the path lined with deceit's tools,
Yearning for water, finding but shallow pools.

In days of old, when trackers roamed,
Their eyes and ears in shadows combed.
In whispers, secrets found their way,
Through hidden trails, in night and day.

Then came ECHELON, with ears so vast,
Catching whispers from the past.
Signals in the ether caught,
In nets of surveillance, tightly wrought.

PROMIS next, with sight unseen,
A digital seer, keen and keen.
Data threads, through fingers slipped,
In a web of control, tightly gripped.

Palantir, the latest sage,
Turns the next, the darkest page.
Seeing all, with eyes unblinking,
In depths of data, deeply sinking.

In the harsh light of awakening's glare,
We see a world stripped bare.
Where tiny hats crown deceitful heads,
And truths untold, like unthreaded threads.

In this realm where lies are king,
Truth is a broken, wingless thing.
A painful truth that cuts deep,
In a world where …