A Reminder to the G-20

...from Hassan Sabbah:

Listen to my last words, anywhere!
Listen all you boards, governments, syndicates, nations of the world,
And you powers behind what filth deals consummated in what lavatory,
To take what is not yours ...

I bear no sick words junk words love words forgive words from Jesus
I have not come to explain or tidy up
What am I doing over here with the workers, the gooks, the apes, the
dogs, the errand boys, the human animals?
Why don't I come over with the board and drink Coca-Cola and make it?
"Now for God's sake, do not let that Coca-Cola thing out!"
Thing is right, Mr Whoever is responsible for that whodunnit!
Explain how the blood and bones and brains of a hundred million
more or less gooks went down the drain in green piss!
So you on the boards could use bodies and minds and souls that
were not yours, are not yours, and never will be yours.
You want Hassan Sabbah to explain that? To tidy that up?
You have the wrong name and the wrong number!
Mr Luce Getty Lee Rockefeller
"Don't let them see us, don't tell them what we are doing!"
Are these the words of the all-powerful boards and syndicates of
the earth?
...

"Don't let them see us! Don't tell them what we are doing!"
"Don't let us pay"
Are these the words of the all-powerful boards, syndicates,
cartels of the earth?
The great banking families of the world
French, English, American?
Like Burroughs, that proud American name?
Proud of what exactly? Would you all like to see exactly what
Burroughs has to be proud of?
The Mayan Caper, the centipede hype,
Short time racket, the heavy metal gimmick?
All right, Mister Burroughs, who bears my name and my words buried
all the way
For all to see, in Times Square, in Picadilly,
Play it all, play it all, play it all back!
Pay it all, pay it all, pay it all back!
...

"Don't let them see us! Don't tell them what we are doing!"
Are these the words of the great nations, the all-powerful boards
and syndicates of the earth?
These are the words of liars and cowards and collaboraters and
traitors,
Collaborators with insect people,
With any people anywhere who offer you a body forever, to shit
forever.
For this you have sold your sons forever,
The ground under unborn feet forever!
Traitors to all souls everywhere!
You on the boards, who want others to pay for you,
With your deals to take what is not yours!

Thus has the ghost of Hassan Sabbah returned to haunt you. And that's not the end of it. For the rest of us, "no one is excluded."

(Crossposted at HuffPo)