Week 6: 143 vs SELF ACTIVATE

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On July 5th, 2026, roughly one decade after the "Great Flood of Rio" devastated and submerged a large potions of the Brazilian landscape, conspiracy theorist and investigative reporter of The New York Truth Anthony Wikman, sat down with former deputy director of the Brazilian Defense Agency and "Great Flood" survivor Dr. Oswald Trezza to get his expert analysis on what caused the biblical sized flood; as well as his own recollection of the event.

Below is a condensed version of what he had to say:

When the rain first came we had no idea it was climate change
Or weather modification (a U.S. military application)
Used exclusively for war without the slightest provocation
The problem we were faced with was we had no proper basis
To assume we'd be the targets of a hostile operation
They called it Project Deluge -- and H.A.A.R.P. was at it's reins
A military fraction that was started to engage
In unofficial missions with intentions to substain
U.S. private interest using weather as the main
...Instrument of war by manipulating forms
Of electro-magne-tism in a concentrated storm
Then direct it and control it like an atmospheric force
And employ it from a distance to wreck havoc on the shores
Of Rio de Janeiro for a reason still unknown
But we think it had to do with our alliance to the Russians...
Or a deal we struck with China in defiance of your Uncle...
Sam and his plans to build plants in our jungle
To suck up all our gases and deplete us of our oil
So on a summer day in 2016 the Olympics were in motion
And your favorite athletes...competed for a moment
They could win the percious gold...
Every camera on the planet had their lenses on the show
Cause the city at that time was the center of the globe
I remember when it happened I was sit'n in my home
And I was watching television when my television froze
And the signal on my phone disappeared just like a ghost
Then the lights started blinkin' like a demon from below
Had escaped the pits of Hell to take control of my soul
Just to put it into focus it was like the Super Dome
When Katrina hit New Orleans and the dam and levees broke
Or a better allegory would be Noah on his boat
When God damned the lands and the Ocean levels rose
Cause the rain started pouring like Poseidon had a fight
And threw his trident to the sky in attempt to smite Thor
And his lighting bolt strikes in a catastrophic war
Tidal waves hit the coast leaving Godzilla damage
And they swallowed Rio whole -- picture scenes from Atlantis
All the screams from the panic still ring inside my ears
Even several years later I can still hear the tears
...Of Mother Natures's fury that was purposely induced
By a group full of Yankees with illuminati roots
Using eugenic tools for an economic boost
That left the greatest city of the South
Now reduced to Jesús (Hey Zeus)
And his out stretched arms as a symbol of the truth:
That the Doomsday is coming and it's man made too!

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[143]

I refute you! defining me with your plagiarisms
Speaking about the blues that interpret your movement
Behooving the truth, my soul practice atheism
Never to claim you as a savior among the aloofness
So my heart sells the reddening that stains my outlook
Fathering wills to set fire to the demons I out shook
Running mazes in the blackened corners to survive retorting
In the white gaudy haze you reveal in the clutches of consorting
Predisposing the closing of our time on weathered canvas
You try to preregister my feeling to live in your sheltered campus
Scholastically dropping out your Art class dodging your "F" grades
I'm ecstatic in lopping the commitment you left frayed......

And I look at the wall where a unified family stood in shades
The graying of its former presence is a calamity in moods played
I could repaint the picture perfect to the wants that was unattended
It would be a feat that our president would have commended.....

Now I walk in the yellowing of the sun rising on my revised future
Composing theme music to the mute steps of recovery
But a part of my being is revolting the despised suture
Crying in charcoal buckets about the betrayal, adultery
Replaying the sultry nights kissing wildly in green lit bedrooms
Letting fumbling lips dine on pussy drips from your pricey heirloom
Shrouded in the jazzy mustiness our sweating love mushroomed
Crowning destined dreams with orange champagne covered venues
My body tend to the notion of reconciling despite the defiling of me
Reciting the idiom of renewal in the betterment sterilizing she
Vitals trivializing on what is frontal view of a new path to love
Pushing up the machismo to speak in the smoothness stored
This new miss adored the honesty like it was cast from above
Given the numeric combination to conversation, coolness adored

And I would talk in weeks with this sustained paintbrush and palette
Coloring my book of expectations, insecurity is hush and invalid
My heart swims in baby blue fluids that she cultivate my tons
Changing hues to the swings of head bobs, elevate my suns

Moving out my apartment, ready for this new life I drawn from despair
I see a corner of a canvas in the trash that's flapping without care
Pulling it from the carnage of several dinners and discarded remnants
Is this watercolor picture of my ex reminding me of her semblance
Glazing the colors is the rain and odd beverages and broken buns
Understanding, that within this picture, I'm loving how the colors run
Returning it to its new home, my hand is stained with the paint
Forever revealing your mark on my life controlled is rendered faint......

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