The Core of the Illusion

Keep your head on a pivot, watch how they spin it, Don't get caught in the he-say, she-say game for a minute. Even if you have to cough—cough—you don't drop the line, You stay locked to the rhythm, keeping everything in time.

They built the SON school illusion to clutter up the view, A psychological maze to separate the old from the new. They built a cemetery and a butcher shop right on the sacred mound, Spilling blood for the oil that they pump from the ground. But that fuel in the earth? That's the ancestors' essence, A deep, holy power that they treat like a investment.

They offer you a bite, but it’s a hit and a poison sting, Believing in the snake and the false promises they bring. The apple is the education, the academic core, Infestation of information knocking at your door. The deceit of the forbidden fruit, let's clarify the test, The written text they use to put the primary state to rest.

See, the reign of the formless spirit is the voice without a frame, Using a prohibited tree to try and alter the name. They talk about the "J", the letter sitting on the line, Like an angelfish swimming, looking shiny and fine. It had a hook in the water, crafted just like the snake, A beautiful deception that was entirely fake. And once the fish took the bait and they swallowed the lie, They were disconnected from the power grid, watching freedoms die. Cut off from the holy water where they used to reside, Caught up in a net where the true history was denied.

But enter the curse breaker, breaking the psychological trap, Demanding absolute resilience as we redraw the map. Knowing your history is the only way to stand free, Escaping the garden of the world’s evolution of deceit. Understand the nature of the poison they repeat, And look right through the illusion of the white sheet.

That's the white lie of supremacy, a fabricated story, Designed to hide the truth of our original glory. But the ultimate truth is clear, concise, and profound, Built on love, peace, respect, and unity all around. So this world can finally heal and be what it's supposed to be, Not just for four hundred centuries, but for all eternity.

One, two, three, four... We break the curse today, and we open up the door.

That captures the whole breakdown—the illusions, the school systems, the history, and the ultimate return to love and unity.