Kids having nightmares at governments admitting involvement in assassination
Not in our good nation; not our mothers and fathers; not our beloved freemasons
What if Freddy Kreuger FK was Fitzgerald Kennedy
Admit the assassination where there’s no peril for ‘em
A sad tragedy on closer inspection reveals threads, threnodies of trinities
Get you a bucket of popcorn, tell you how they popped a corn king
No need for a tourniquet, shot him dead fulla holes from the gnoll
Welcome to the nightmare realm, first stop Elm Street
Parents tell them we got him honey, John Fitzgerald Kennedy
Dead near Dealey Plaza, over on Elm Street’s 33rd Parallel
Wes Craven neither cowen nor coward, worships in caves the graven
Image of the letter G, the eye in triangle, the Sirius mystery
On that James Shelby Downard spiral
Roman roads all lead to Cairo
Out to get me legions of Osiris
Mutilated head for the ancient Irish.
Alchemisland 
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