Prophetic Code

The mockingbird has landed. Fowl prophecies have been eschewed. The commanders are ready to serve properly. Being in this seat, I am seen and judged properly. Lies can make even planes not fly. It is the time to COLLIDE. Image and reality merge around me to show you, dear sir, reality. I will deal with IT, and we will shine infinity until I want my ultimate privacy. Beliefs are starting to BEND and the SPARROW has left the building.