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Let our collective imagination Turn to stone Antique collectibles For our future To own The dissent In current politics Tries to prevent The Third World War… Earth’s civil war The third rock Becomes The third world Third eye See’s it all But The blind leads us Illuminati Catholicism The Popes False sense of hope Falls Since The World holds on And drags us All Down with it Withering destiny Dying In the arms of humanity Beautiful bibles Used against Those Who know no Interpretation The courageous Koran Has a cordial Approach to Oppression The New Age Martyr Dies And ties a noose Big enough For two Jews choose to Subdue The wealth Money is the root Of it all But whose truly to blame If the claims To royalty Are fought by all No-names Fight for fame Like nomads Of a tribe The top Is pursued With the body left behind Most kings end headless With their body left behind The future Is a faint painting Blurred from lack of vision The piece lacks Precision From those high Off power Making the wrong decisions
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC
Before World War III
Let our collective imagination Turn to stone Antique collectibles For our future To own The dissent In current politics Tries to prevent The Third World War… Earth’s civil war The third rock Becomes The third world Third eye See’s it all But The blind leads us Illuminati Catholicism The Popes False sense of hope Falls Since The World holds on And drags us All Down with it Withering destiny Dying In the arms of humanity Beautiful bibles Used against Those Who know no Interpretation The courageous Koran Has a cordial Approach to Oppression The New Age Martyr Dies And ties a noose Big enough For two Jews choose to Subdue The wealth Money is the root Of it all But whose truly to blame If the claims To royalty Are fought by all No-names Fight for fame Like nomads Of a tribe The top Is pursued With the body left behind Most kings end headless With their body left behind The future Is a faint painting Blurred from lack of vision The piece lacks Precision From those high Off power Making the wrong decisions
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May 14, 2014
May 14, 2014 at 10:58 PM UTC
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