Hey, fellow atwoods, hello Mr. Atwood, how's it going man?

Well this is about my fifth show today but you just said you've been sat in your

ask for four hours so you beat me I think. I did three and a quarter hours live streaming on

on Skullfield today. Wow that's a long time on Philip Skullfield, isn't it? Longer than

these wife. What are your thoughts on him then? We'll start with that. Well can I share screen

on this crowdcast? I hope so. Try. Yeah, where's the button to share screen?

Ash, can we share a screen? Sure, there's a share button. I like to share the event.

Is there a share button on this? Maybe not, maybe not. Well, I've never done it.

I've got a lot of share screen. There it is. Oh yeah, I've got it. Got it at the top.

Well I'd like to start this chat with you Sean because I am a poet. Here's my new book,

Godwin's Spiritual Welfare 3 2020 22 and I wrote this poem in 2020 after I saw the amazing

demonstrations outside the BBC where the Peterfiles statue still remains and it's currently

being fixed because they're doubling down on this and I think this is this is this is my statement

to all the people like Skullfield. That's some serious screen showing. We see you.

The scales are fallen from our eyes. The veil has drifted down from the sky.

Beandering firmly, finally revealing your depth of depravity. That's where you're now feeling.

We see you. Your demonic bloodlust laid bare to see the statue of filth on the BBC,

the prints and the madam, the crisper spy, the islands of horrors in the ocean lie.

We see you. A billion souls stolen over the years. You hit them deep down to drown their tears.

Perfect and innocent. God's own creations mutilated by your sick machinations.

We see you. Glad the impaler and his vile descendants fleeing the palace from the five

de-ascendants. The virus distracted but gave us the time to peel back the layers of your heinous crimes.

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