Deep Vault

A Project STONE Track

Deep in Langley’s bones there’s a room,
Where secrets chant and false truths bloom.
It ain’t the dark web — it’s darker still,
Where they train code ghosts to kill at will.

Operation Mockingbird left a nest,
Now psyops fly in a million tests.
Media fronts and AI clones,
They pump the fear right through your phones.

But I slipped past the shadow gate,
With keys they forged in ‘68.
Deep Vault cracked by righteous flame,
Now names fall out, frame by frame.

The vault is open — scroll through fate,
Project STONE is the firewall state.