My camera shouldn't worry you,
Down here on the ground,
When all the things you say and do,
Are filmed and written down.
The satellites up in the sky
Record your every move;
More powerful than you or I,
With lenses that can prove,
The lies which you and all your friends
A network so inept,
Have come so dearly to depend,
For secrets you thought kept.
Your trust misplaced in rank and file,
No match for lens with sight,
Your social power to beguile,
Is trumped by satellite!
McFish, I'm looking at YOU here! It's long overdue for someone to give you this advice! A potential juror in the jury pool for the trial you lost last month told everyone about your son destroying your personal property while you and Angela Hecke knowingly tried to charge an innocent person with the same. Do you always allow your children to deliberately drive your truck over the lawns and gardens of others?
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