Riddle Thirteen: The Secret Arrow
Holy See, oh no—you cannot look,
But if you could, here's what's in the book:
L. Woods went Hood, no pink in sight,
She's got a secret, ready for light.
At the Lotus or the laws, so many in place,
Yet not one in jail wears their true face.
On 26th and Meat, IDs in the air,
Then three ones follow—if you dare.
That's the real arrow, the sign to know,
An upside-down, inside-out BS show.
Twenty-nine and twenty-six, sovereign hands done,
Time's up, dear government—looks like the cartel won.