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Machine guns
blaze away
breaking the silence
Interrupting
peace and tranquility
With hatred and violence.
After the smoke and dust Settle
or are carried off by mystic winds
Those soldiers not killed or maimed
lost their sanity,
others had their humanity deranged
Loose packs of the heartless,
Murders, and thieves
Calling themselves Patriots.
Whatever that means
Searching for survivors
just for the thrill of the kill
Finish them!
While their war chief
practices Stolen valor
From Genuine heroes
unaware he’s only fulfilling
His part in an endless dance
between truth and light
Doing his part
in the Creator's master plan
Weapons now Faster
than ever imagined In any prior war.
Talking bullets without smoke
Keeping score, talking Sh*t
Electric as the violence
they deliver
Mowing down ugly egos
and left those eager souls
Hoping for the next war …
for the experience Mostly dead,
as if life were a joke.
Keep laughing!
Damn vultures circling,
Must think they're eagles
In an alternate reality
They are the lords of air
Vie for a position of advantage
Among their equals
Without really trying
Want to be martyrs
Like corrupt police
who serve the beast
Not enforce the peace
in free society
Thinking they're
the heroes/sheroes
From the wrong
space in time
But not in this lifetime
they're only supporting cast
As the parade of fools
Shower others unaligned
With chains, pain and abuse.
Suffering to protect
the ones they love
All for the love of truth.
meanwhile,
Evil minds serve evil mimes.
Playing the latest war drums.
Wearing masks of defiance
instruments of destruction
rain high tech blades
In a battlefield
Of orchestrated destruction
A ballet of devastation.
Playing Hell on earth
A techno Pulse set
to the music of Death
Remembering the day,
On Jan 6 the insurrection
Was Televised... Via 2025
planners Shuck and jive
Cake walking,
talking fools parade.
But under the watchful
eyes of Big Other
Evidence disappeared,
The guilty were pardoned
By the Gov
Who showed them Pardons
and gave them love.
Rewarded the perpetrators
For their sins.
Tried to fry the real
Protectors of the peace.
Those guilty by means of trial,
Were released Then paid reparations,
With arrears
How's that for justice,
Where's the freedom gone
Time for We The People.
To reclaim the Peace
So hard to hide the tears,
As America falls from grace
enter a new phase.
When the Grand Ringmaster
Continually plots and schemes,
Nightmares for his supposed enemies
Justice department ...it is naught
His forty thieves gather secrets
Never get caught.
He who Stands tall
with the looted cash,
coffers Overflowing
from his latest snatch
Being a leader of weak minds
Follower of those inclined
to bow down... Trust and serve
those who serve the beast
Prone to violence
There will be no rest
For the souls they've sold
Are the only Ones
they’ll ever need to cross
Into the heavens
Once the chosen,
Leave the broken shell
of what was the Earth
Once it is lost…
Adios Amigos
You who chose trumpitos
Go with your Boss
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