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Propel this solitary man in front of us
With his corrupted global agenda muttering into his ears
Corporate money stuffed into his pockets to spread his darkened gospel
In the past the crowned once held the covenant to shape and develop a better world
Their influence and supremacy built by generating optimistic and confident perception
Offerings to their herds of sheep
Time repeats itself and outspoken pledges continue to not succeed
The people have renounced trust in ideologies
Safety and protection is the contemporary vow
For the role that will reinstall masterdom and control
Corporate money stuffed into his pockets to spread his darkened gospel
In the past the crowned once held the covenant to shape and develop a better world
To rescue us from uncertainty and peril that we are visionless to see or interpret
A threat that evidently needs to be fought in a manufactured, waged war
A vile misconception that has unfurled unquestioned while being exaggerated and disfigured
And disfigured
Their influence and supremacy built by generating optimistic and confident perception
Offerings to their herds of sheep
A threat that evidently needs to be fought
A, a manufactured, waged war
A vile misconception that has unfurled
Unquestioned
While being exaggerated
And disfigured
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Summon the servants that are chained at the throat by a tarnished chain only devoted to their prosperous fathers
A grip so tight it bruises the neck when the beast enhales the horror's that settle internally
Galloping towards immoral intent with the set bounties on the heads of the righteous
The itching appetite grows as these hounds unearth the leaders and thieve on the lives of the weak beneath them
Aggravation dissolves into a joyous laughter as the oppressors loan vows to benefit the wealthy
And cast down the frail hero by hero slaughtered in vain, assassinations of demigods in sevrecy
A never ending pattern to cast down the frail and throne the elite
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Taken by the benumbed hands of an overthrowing, fabricated God.
Sadism is fashioned to derive pleasurable and gratifying entertainment among indoctrinated soldiers.
Sexually abusive torture is diminished to mere wretched amusement.
Ordered to fragment the sanity of prisoners of an artificial war amidst a country of dystopia.
The blameless are left in complete shackled isolation left to linger and ultimately wither and rot.
Fraudulent peacemakers withdraw any sense of morality to plant the seeds of their own sadistic conceptions.
This fabricated God reduces man to nothing more than a pile of waste.
With this power he banishes his followers and sentences them to his own personal sins.
He masturbates on the scriptures that hold his kingdom together as one and lays it to shame.
Taken by the benumbed hands of an overthrowing, fabricated God.
Sadism is fashioned to derive pleasurable and gratifying entertainment among indoctrinated soldiers.
Sexually abusive torture is diminished to mere wretched amusement.
Ordered to fragment the sanity of prisoners of an artificial war amidst a country of dystopia.
With this power he banishes his followers and sentences them to his own personal sins.
He masturbates on the scriptures that hold his kingdom together as one and lays it to shame.
This fabricated God reduces man to nothing more than a pile of waste
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Falsehood projects from a day-to-day instrumental broadcast that flows through the net of mass media
The lungs swell as the puppets speak to the public as their words grow limbs to crawl and give birth to ignorance
Reports endlessly drift and cloak reality, leaving mass audiences to believe into layers of fiction
The hellish elite pull the vulnerable strings of journalism with the mastery of everyday blood money and ultimatums
The boundless flavor of dominance on the starved tongue gives these kings a mental state of ambitious arousal
For corruption steadily trickles from their fingertips and showers into the pool of forged mental assurance at their feet
The sleeping masses live on in their so called tranquil lifestyle
They sleep and wake utterly blindfolded in a regurgitated fashion
Money will always equal dominance, above law and above government
Disinformation will constantly leave a nation as a forever sleeping giant due to the ongoing voice of propaganda
Falsehood projects from a day-to-day instrumental broadcast that flows through the net of mass media
The lungs swell as the puppets speak to the public as their words grow limbs to crawl and give birth to ignorance
Reports endlessly drift and cloak reality, leaving mass audiences to believe into layers of fiction
The hellish elite pull the vulnerable strings of journalism with the mastery of everyday blood money and ultimatums
The boundless flavor of dominance on the starved tongue gives these kings a mental state of ambitious arousal
For corruption steadily trickles from their fingertips and showers into the pool of forged mental assurance at their feet
The sleeping masses live on in their so called tranquil lifestyle
They sleep and wake utterly blindfolded in a regurgitated fashion
The sleeping masses live on in their so called tranquil lifestyle
They sleep and wake utterly blindfolded in a regurgitated fashion
Money will always equal dominance, above law and above government
Disinformation will constantly leave a nation as a forever sleeping giant due to the ongoing voice of propaganda
Of propoganda
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Epidemic once again uncovers its malignant crown in one instantaneous instant a man made formula hatches out of its shell to inch closer to suppress the living and breathing the new born are nurtured in a world of a dishonest master design a layout constructed only for the purpose of dominance, authority and power born as slaves into bondage, born into a prison that they can't distinguish with smell or touch in a world thats been fallaciously influenced for decades where the ones who offer solution are secretively the core of this ongoing problem architects of control build their herds of municipal infantry with intentions of fear and panic we all march quietly with open hands into global enslavement drown us, submerge out bodies in the ocean of manipulation.
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This nation is forcefully shackled to the fatigued earth it endeavors standing on. Ruled and overthrown by tyranny and dictatorship weakening it at its delicate knees. Liberation is a fabricated expression only uttered by the propagandized swarm of illogical followers men, women and children all blindfolded and mislead to believe in a world of utter persuasion, striking terror in the eyes of the ignorant with public displays of manslaughter and execution grounds to butcher the enlightened for what purpose. Because starvation for power mushrooms upward leaving leaders foaming across their malnourished, gaping jaws. striking their iron hammers to fuck over the breathing bodies slaving to conform to a lie build the gates to close the doorway from truth, slam the doors on reality
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The blameless are succumbing to the ravages of warfare built upon capital and greed the lords of corruption leave their people to rot in the gore riddened streets of chaos. education, employment and health, all stolen from the hands that deteriorate at the flesh the slaving clench their fists pleading and praying for a redesigned future as they reach the brink of renouncement dreading to open the mouth and spill the words of loathing for with this tongue will only bring execution hundreds upon thousands all damned at the dawning of life, all damned at the opening day of birth the manufactured gods detach these withered bodies and sell the land to the highest bidder of the corporate elite with death comes revenue, piles of profit and wealth all generated in blood
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The earth slowly rots into a malignant tumor,
Breeding no life for the future of the world
In a wake of a nuclear war, bodies rise from the fractured streets
and decomposing fields of abandonment
Their bodies and faces mutated and disfigured
Still breathing through their brimful lungs
They limp and crawl across the ruins,
they once claimed on a leisurely ongoing march
Their flesh still burns, the skin blackens
and embers into the dimming air
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