Walk with the Devil, Talk with the Devil
Source: Outside the Reality Machine
by Jon Rappoport
March 18, 2017
For K.
Walk with the devil, talk with the devil
He’s “charming”
And anyway, he’s not going anywhere
And you know you’re good
That’s not going to change
He may consider you’re trying to undermine him
But he doesn’t think you have a chance
Of course you do have a chance
And that’s the point
Time is long
And you’re not going anywhere either
He doesn’t know your kind of power
Never did
Walk with the devil, talk with the devil
He’s gathering evil people around him
He’s destroying them all by himself
He’s digging their graves
Of course they don’t know that
But he can’t dig your grave
You don’t want what he has
So talk with him
Let him spin his dreams
Walk with the devil, talk with the devil
He’ll think you can help him forward his plan
Because the plan is all he knows
And he believes he can fold the entire world and its contents
Into it
Time is very long
And he can’t understand
Your kind of power
Deep in his mind and soul
He wants to know what is evading him
What he can never discover
The secret that is parked beyond what he has
And the secret is you
It always was
But he can’t bring that fact up from his subconscious
This is why he has sleepless nights
And ends up returning to his flock
Walk with the devil, talk with the devil
He has a limited repertoire
He keeps coming back to the same plots
And he doesn’t know why
It’s a source of discomfort for him
As he pushes on
How much evil can he project
Until he feels the fatigue of boredom
Until he runs out of novel experiences
Until he can predict the details of his future wars
Until he comes back to where he started
And tries to remember why he began doing what he’s doing
He has very little imagination left
He’s a lonely figure on a dark street
Looking for excitement
After all this time
But he’s been through the same gamut over and over
In decay he has no equal
He has no equal with whom he can share his past
Walk with the devil, talk with the devil
Watch him scuttling his perverse thoughts
In bottom mud
Hoping for something new
That never shows up
It turns out his territory is quite limited
And for that he would wear his heart on his sleeve
If he could imagine a heart
Walk with the devil, talk with the devil
And knowing his primary
Number one
Prime-cut
Business
Is
Broadcasting
Subversion
Pass along a dream about a new good world
And watch him burn in his meditation
As he considers how he can parlay that future
He’ll take your hints, your dream
And gleefully release it to the world
Because he must
Because that’s what he does
Thinking his profits and advantages will obscure the message
But he has limited intelligence
And your thoughts reacquaint people
With something they laid aside
In the fountain of energy where they once lived
They’ll shake off a piece of the trance
And feel their blood coursing again…
Madness is a strange thing
And this preeminent madman
Eventually confesses his plans right out in the open
He can’t resist the opportunity
And he’ll even confess he knows The Good
It’ll come to that
More, he’ll urge people to do good
Believing he can forestall defeat at the last moment
IT’S THE ONLY CHALLENGE HE HAS LEFT
He’ll back up to the edge
And plead with the world to do good
And still think he has a chance
Take his hand
And shove him hard
Over and out
And down
Into the Void
The Nothing
The Great Nothing
Where for a day, a year
A thousand years
A million years
His fate will be in his hands
Not your concern
Not anyone’s concern
You’re good
And he never understood your power