"very very eery prediction of what is starting to happen now, thanks to cv" this is from the movie "Demolition Man" 1993 with Sylvester Stallone, Sandra Bullock, Wesley Snipes. The story is set in 2032! I'm working on a series of videos: 1) fear based programming 2) predictive programming 3) social distancing. hope to bring the first one out tomorrow. ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g5ZFG41lhoI

original video: Josh Garrels - Freedom https://youtu.be/U6csM0TLZIs Mhmm... Mhmm... yea! Mhmm... ey-yeah-ey yeah yeah yeah mm... mhmm Mhmm... mhmm... Mhmm... yea! yeah Mhmm... ey-yeah-ey yeah yeah mm mm, mhm Hey, yea-yea, yeah-eh-yeah-eh, yeah-eh-yeah-eh Hey hey-yea-eh yeah, mhmm Professional or beginner doesnt matter Every sinner is a prisoner in a body that is subject to time Now my entwined mind tries to form a straight line Not like twised scoliosis of the spinal chord Construct Cross eyed carpenters are cuttin' crooked lines Can't construct Man-made shrines when the winds and the water move sands of time Many minds on a deadline, yet live life like a live wire I'm not tired! Of blood and fire Spirit's moving higher than the green grass ever lifted me Spirit's moving higher... Than anything else ever lifted you Mm, see We got spirituality It's living in us like one in three Injustice is concerning me In the non-linear eternity I'm speaking paradoxically But you can nod your head now when you understand me-e-e-ee... This is for my free men Whose backs wont bend in the lions den Now with their eyes on the ending This is for my free women! They fight with their love The bearers of our children Free men whose backs wont bend in the lions den Now with their eyes on the ending This is for my free women They fight with their love The bearers of our children We shine like lights exposing What lies underneath decomposing Unearth those chains that are rusted My sweet Lord, is that what i trusted in? That sin? That tomfoolery? Ugh! What it is is mental jewelery that I adorned myself with The enemy's gifts, the man-made myths, the ignorant bliss Of marijuana spliffs and alchoholic fifths I got so sick and tired of it Delivered and redeemed By christ i mean It's time to start livin' And get a reason for the rhyme I dont wanna be dead-wrong on the deadline Standing on the dark side and all out of time... Like a blind pantomime's fantasize Climb up his own ladder to the sunshine Nothin's mine That hasn't been given No one's alive here That hasn't been risen For 19 years i was trapped in a prison Feeding my escape by means of derision But every man-made attempt just failed When trapped in a jail Of my own guilt, shame, and iniquity I was looking for freedom How'd I find freedom? Oh! Oh, freedom... From all of this He said believe He said believe Who are you telling me to belei-e-eve... yea 'Said I'm the Christ Oh! ...he said I'm the Christ So I believed. Freedom! Mhmm... yea Mhmm... ey! Mhmm... ey-yeah-ey yeah yeah yeah eh, mhmm Mhmm... Hey! No, no no Mhmm... yea! Mhmm... Yea ey-yeah-ey yeah yeah mhm, Nah na-na-nah Source: Musixmatch Songwriters: Deyon Dobson ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YPgea2_vbME