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The Wings of a black bird curves, As he’s deterred by the winds resistance Contemplating its exist, but his will to go on is persistent You see, he doesn't know what’s to gain Or if he’ll find truth in those old sayings Disputing myths and pointing out counterfeits Depicting things in the distance, like he has a sixth sense Reading the fine print on prescriptions, Vulture’s find their addictions from the God’s Because they have plenty of victims. More than ****** or ******* Crack is wack, Mary Jane causes no pain Medicines that aren't natural **** humans like its casual Causalities building faster than the words of Socrates The FAD of the F.D.A. approving poison as food like aspartame. Preachers teaching blasphemy, Reading scriptures inaccurately, Tickling the ears of those that pay a dollar to hear That Jesus is coming there’s nothing to fear So they believe they’ll be long gone before destruction is near Death is at the door, but evolution is around the corner The revolution will have to hold them No true solution to control them You see we are the caged beings They lock our brains in Books of lies, and entertaining T.V.
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 8:09 PM UTC
Black Bird
The Wings of a black bird curves, As he’s deterred by the winds resistance Contemplating its exist, but his will to go on is persistent You see, he doesn't know what’s to gain Or if he’ll find truth in those old sayings Disputing myths and pointing out counterfeits Depicting things in the distance, like he has a sixth sense Reading the fine print on prescriptions, Vulture’s find their addictions from the God’s Because they have plenty of victims. More than ****** or ******* Crack is wack, Mary Jane causes no pain Medicines that aren't natural **** humans like its casual Causalities building faster than the words of Socrates The FAD of the F.D.A. approving poison as food like aspartame. Preachers teaching blasphemy, Reading scriptures inaccurately, Tickling the ears of those that pay a dollar to hear That Jesus is coming there’s nothing to fear So they believe they’ll be long gone before destruction is near Death is at the door, but evolution is around the corner The revolution will have to hold them No true solution to control them You see we are the caged beings They lock our brains in Books of lies, and entertaining T.V.
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Mar 4, 2014
Mar 4, 2014 at 8:09 PM UTC
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