Riddle Fourteen: Vanishing Act
My children chose, not knowing it was me,
Decisions made in secrecy.
But when my face met their steady gaze,
They told the government: "Kick rocks, no way."
Gasoline moments, burning bright,
Helpers blind to wrong and right.
They think I hear the words they say,
But empty talk just fades away.
Voices spoken for, straight from the lie,
Government scripts, not spirits nearby.
Even the face beside your own
Could vanish quick—gone, unknown.
Let the people see, let truth appear,
Then make them vanish, disappear.
No evidence, no trace in sight—
It's that easy, out of the light.
MK Ultra makes lips recite,
Government toys, not ghosts in the night.
Believe their trap if you must,
But trust is lost, and faith is dust.