Gypsy King

There is a swirling of elites and I see a large moon on the horizon. I pray to head gypsy to keep my accounts in order overseas. Your organization kept you out of the fray. Now you are the entity who has quelled the storm. You have personal dissection abilities and thus are the top. Maybe the common parts of me declare you KING. A responsible gypsy is a paradox and thus you are the gazelle in my memory. I bow and king you in a dream and now you can take on The CIA, but not The FBI. Romania is your heavenly host and will house your BARS of gold, not coins. Take a breath and see a brilliant pioneer and revolutionary in your broken mirror.