Q posts for 11/30/xx

https://qalerts.pub/?q=Nov 30

In the depths of cyberspace, a whisper grows,
Q’s cryptic posts, where hidden truth flows,
Threads of a tapestry, frayed and torn,
Reveal the corruption, the shadows we mourn.

A century of power, a dance in the dark,
Cabal’s grand design, a sinister mark,
While most turn away from the evidence stark,
The big picture unravels, igniting a spark.

Control of the womb, a battle unseen,
Geopolitical wars where the tragedies glean,
The silence of males, in the shadows they bleed,
As nations are steered by a heartless breed.

Metadata lurking, dissent starts to quell,
In a prison of pixels, we’re trapped in a spell,
Mockingbirds croon, their lies dressed as truth,
Promoting the bobblehead voices of youth.

Mass psychosis reigns as we scroll and we scroll,
Social grooming sites that ensnare the whole,
With algorithms designed to ensnare the sane,
Turning connection into a weapon of pain.

In the shadows they lurk, a vile class at play,
Feasting on the lost, as they drift day by day,
While innocents suffer, their laughter turned cold,
A world teetering dangerously, growing too old.

Love’s light grows dim as indifference prevails,
Devoid of the warmth, we wander like wails,
Yet hidden within us, a flicker remains,
A call to awaken, to break through the chains.

So, heed the whispers, let truth be our guide,
In the face of the chaos, we’ll stand side by side,
For within the vast darkness, hope takes its flight,
And together we’ll shine, reclaiming the night.