Four Channels brought forth this reason for protest. A rising tide against a firming regime. A wise owl speaks for those who dare not run. In this crazy world an angel is sent. To addresses us all with but a simple “Hi”. Its warmth so cold as the tensions run high. For hot is the climate where the devil rules.
To be jostled in the night by the tweets of the day. Great care is taken to noise out the foul air. From shortness to greatness NOTHING gained if not fully shared. Isolated from a dying maxed out world. Feeding for hours on end-less banter. The pile of compost greens the Earth. For only the voice of an Angel can confirm the voice of the Daemon amongst us. Immersed in a sea of green to brief us all who fail to see above the horizon.
Of happenstance we can confirm the negatives so positively. With bands of green this spotted owl sits on his post. A revolution to some this growing protest from much unrest. In a police state, what can the police state out loud. For they must protect from the guard of those who would steal from their people. They elect to arrest those who protest, while protecting those who elect. For only those without reason can view these acts as treason. For their loyalty to their nation is stronger then those disloyal to their people.
A word never heard by these ears but always known. Of many names, these thugs are called upon. Of misspent youth they now batter the youth of the peaceful mind. These Baseejis are the hounds of devil with the souls of the lost. For only in few numbers will they fail to survive. Fear that their numbers will grow as the bruises swell. While the powerful play their power games, the few will lay down and rearm in what they fear. Their biggest threat now plainly in their face. For the gangs will rise over the solitude of the masses. For those who are threatened may fail to see the light of another day.
For the Mullahs will join but will stay invisible to those they must praise. For no longer contained, they choose to face contained then to be restraind. With those in the countries pocket will take side to exaggerate their state of grace. Though downplayed for days, the cure for this illness can only be found by private feeds. For their public is fed with the truth of the led and the lies of the dead. For witnesses are widespread to the irregularities of the surreal. From door to door, taken by guarded means. The armies will simply wait. For only the plain will spark protest by their violence in the face of justice.
For thanks are sent from the morning sons. Quite a sum who first hear of such buggery and burglary. For every morning we must get it in the ear. For only the educated truly think of who controls their lives. For the princes to grow, the king must be dethroned. Through happy stance they failed to see, for those who learn will want to speak. As the world unites and watches over a modern tube. They struggle to speak in mass over modern lines. For one state requests to stay up for what one state demands to bring down.
For the brave revolt against the revolting aged. Their voices struggle for what is right in a leading world. The prayers grow to their cheers of remodernization. For passion creates and the intellect recites. Once a beauty of the world forever torn down by dissent. Their unmodern decent made public by unquiet streets. The whole world will suffer unless we start to watch. The world world will pray unless we start to contact.
For the powerful old play their war games. For these battles have always been drawn in these fields. For the battles long fought are fought again. For two hands always manipulate the pious puppets. While the world wants to play their interconnected games. The aged will always know only the games of their bored youth. While alliances are formed and old empires reformed we simply dismiss the world games we play.
The sources are found, the conduit establish, and the world will watch what the restricted infrequently fail to see. For by divulging the reliable will lead to keys stained by bloody remains. For respect is given before it is earned. This Diavlog is brought to you by the Color Green.
For who is this NiteOwl?
“Oh, I’m just a Guy Fawkes helpin out Iranians. 
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