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Everything is not what it seems.. Does your mind comprehend what your eyes see. The government and media is playing us  Atari.. Two sides of the same coin republican and democratic parties Do you really know who your siding with When the guns start firing who are you riding with Better yet who riding  for you The people you put your faith in is lying to you Only God tells the truth No one knows right a 90 degree angle I align with truth too many align with a fable.. Live life off a TV guide aligned to cable Minds locked to the DVR... Press play witness disease birthed from the hands of man SARS Call this the land of the brave I call this the land of the slave The walking dead the United States a mass grave Only one can shed light Only one can give life His name Jesus, Satan will not suffice The President to me is a equivalent to a grain of rice.. Despite the celebration it doesn't matter if he's black or white I recognize a  puppet crafted.. Strings lead to a demonic master.
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Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC
Day 9: Illusion
Everything is not what it seems.. Does your mind comprehend what your eyes see. The government and media is playing us  Atari.. Two sides of the same coin republican and democratic parties Do you really know who your siding with When the guns start firing who are you riding with Better yet who riding  for you The people you put your faith in is lying to you Only God tells the truth No one knows right a 90 degree angle I align with truth too many align with a fable.. Live life off a TV guide aligned to cable Minds locked to the DVR... Press play witness disease birthed from the hands of man SARS Call this the land of the brave I call this the land of the slave The walking dead the United States a mass grave Only one can shed light Only one can give life His name Jesus, Satan will not suffice The President to me is a equivalent to a grain of rice.. Despite the celebration it doesn't matter if he's black or white I recognize a  puppet crafted.. Strings lead to a demonic master.
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Jun 9, 2013
Jun 9, 2013 at 11:41 AM UTC
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