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At this point I think it's intentional provocation No fiduciary would treat their correspondants this way

'Twas the day of release, when all through the net, Not a keyboard was silent, no secret safe yet; The files were uploaded with cynical care, In hopes that the truth might escape from its lair. The citizens refreshed with bated-breath dread, While visions of indictments danced in each head; With coffee in hand, I glared at the screen, As history’s shadows played out, grim and mean. When out in the feeds rose a thunderous chatter, I clicked with a rage—what *truly* was the matter? Away to the server I flew like a flash, Hacked through the paywalls, threw caution to ash. The court seal was broken, a PDF spread, Revealing a circus of lies and dark dread; When what to my furious eyes crossed the feed, But **ninety percent blacked**—a farcical deed! With pages of redactions, so thickly deployed, I knew in an instant the truth was destroyed; More rapid than vultures, the censors they came, And blanked, and they blocked, and obscured every name: "Now, **princes**! Now, **judges**! Now, **tycoons** and **VIP**! On, **politicians**! On, **stars** with your sins tucked away! From the island of horrors to mansions so tall, Now vanish! Vanish! Vanish all!" Like Mossad-trained ghosts, the dark program appeared, **Honey traps humming**, while justice careered— A web of blackmail, where cameras rolled free, Compromising the high lords for all eyes to see. The ink was like tar, the omissions profound, Every connection to **Israel's craft** buried underground; The handlers grinned wide—their scheme had paid well— Power secured where the redactions fell. A wink of the censor, a twist of the scroll, Proved the game had been rigged to protect every soul Whose name held a throne or a throne’s golden key; They silenced the proof, then mocked you and me. I slumped in despair as the cover-up spread— **The state’s dirty secrets**, alive, not yet dead; But one thing rang clear in the fraud and the fright: "*They’ve buried it deep*… **but we saw it tonight!**"

'Twas the day of release, when all through the net, Not a keyboard was silent, no secret safe yet; The files were uploaded with cynical care, In hopes that the truth might escape from its lair. The citizens refreshed with bated-breath dread, While visions of indictments danced in each head; With coffee in hand, I glared at the screen, As history’s shadows played out, grim and mean. When out in the feeds rose a thunderous chatter, I clicked with a rage—what *truly* was the matter? Away to the server I flew like a flash, Hacked through the paywalls, threw caution to ash. The court seal was broken, a PDF spread, Revealing a circus of lies and dark dread; When what to my furious eyes crossed the feed, But **ninety percent blacked**—a farcical deed! With pages of redactions, so thickly deployed, I knew in an instant the truth was destroyed; More rapid than vultures, the censors they came, And blanked, and they blocked, and obscured every name: "Now, **princes**! Now, **judges**! Now, **tycoons** and **VIP**! On, **politicians**! On, **stars** with your sins tucked away! From the island of horrors to mansions so tall, Now vanish! Vanish! Vanish all!" Like Mossad-trained ghosts, the dark program appeared, **Honey traps humming**, while justice careered— A web of blackmail, where cameras rolled free, Compromising the high lords for all eyes to see. The ink was like tar, the omissions profound, Every connection to **Israel's craft** buried underground; The handlers grinned wide—their scheme had paid well— Power secured where the redactions fell. A wink of the censor, a twist of the scroll, Proved the game had been rigged to protect every soul Whose name held a throne or a throne’s golden key; They silenced the proof, then mocked you and me. I slumped in despair as the cover-up spread— **The state’s dirty secrets**, alive, not yet dead; But one thing rang clear in the fraud and the fright: "*They’ve buried it deep*… **but we saw it tonight!**"