Tonight I looked into
An overdue doubt
Of mythic proportions
So come check it out
Of this federal system
Reserving its heist
For the terrified hostages'
Crisis zeitgeist
These zodiac killers
Who keep turning pages
In all of these doctrines
Is one for the ages
Immaculate in
It's deception conceptions
Omnipotent forces
Controlling elections
And rigging the game
For the bishops and crooks
To build their empires
On stacks of these books
Which sell like hot cakes
They claimed were the towers
Of ivory patriots
Sharing their powers
When really the lies
Are as old as the story
Enslaving the masses
Since gold, god, and glory
First hungered for many
A few white horse christians
Waging their wars
Through apocalypse fictions
Then spreading the plagues
With addictive distractions
Dividing the factions
With taxing subtractions
And billing our rights
Constituting their claim
Must govern the people
In image and name
In his kingdom of fear
No home for the brave
When freedom is buried
In salvation's grave
Dug for the masses
And martyr's who bled
From the hole fatal truth
In the back of their head
Feb 17, 2017
Feb 17, 2017 at 12:52 AM UTC
Tonight I looked into
An overdue doubt
Of mythic proportions
So come check it out
Of this federal system
Reserving its heist
For the terrified hostages'
Crisis zeitgeist
These zodiac killers
Who keep turning pages
In all of these doctrines
Is one for the ages
Immaculate in
It's deception conceptions
Omnipotent forces
Controlling elections
And rigging the game
For the bishops and crooks
To build their empires
On stacks of these books
Which sell like hot cakes
They claimed were the towers
Of ivory patriots
Sharing their powers
When really the lies
Are as old as the story
Enslaving the masses
Since gold, god, and glory
First hungered for many
A few white horse christians
Waging their wars
Through apocalypse fictions
Then spreading the plagues
With addictive distractions
Dividing the factions
With taxing subtractions
And billing our rights
Constituting their claim
Must govern the people
In image and name
In his kingdom of fear
No home for the brave
When freedom is buried
In salvation's grave
Dug for the masses
And martyr's who bled
From the hole fatal truth
In the back of their head
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