martes, 4 de noviembre de 2014

Wake The Flock Up!!!



We are a flocking species,

that's about to self-destruct.
  
The masses baa like Sheep,

 & the few don't give a f$$k.



'Cause they are in the one percent, 

 they think they will be “saved”.

Fuk-U-Shi-Ma, not an accident,

they're planning all our graves.


If you think it's just a fantasy,

their plan is set in stone.

Check out Georgia guide Stones, 

see that many going home.


They tell you what they do,

to take away their Karma,

but we are in our shopping queues,

buying bread, milk & banana's.


& so we miss the cue,

& we miss the point in living,

& the flock, boy if they knew,

 this earth as a flocking prison.




Time ain't on our side,

but we are blessed with now.

Might be a painful, stormy ride,

but other options, holy cow!


To leave this plane in ignorance,

a death bed of regrets.

 Many cancer incidents,

it's on route, I'll take a bet.


On which 'authorities' are we waiting?

To tell us the flocking truth?

When the media is a fairy tale,

 sustaining our abuse.


We are the damn authorities,

in a world that's ruled by liars.

Leaders & their Hippocracies,

are setting us on fire.



Damaged DNA,

that's right, our cells are friggin'  frying.

Time for us to cease the day,

'cause the Pacific now is dying.



Now 2012 has passed us,

many think they're off the Hook,

when our world is run by Narcissists,

 & world war is on the books.



Signs of mass extinction,

volcano's double every year,

there's no time to blink,

it's time to face your every fear.


The 'Elite' who seek control,

are maybe puppets on a string,

playing out their cosmic role,

& believing it's their thing.





Then comes the Generic question,

Is this all meant to be?

Do we really have control,

& are we ever really free?”


Perhaps it's Astrological,
 
pre destined energy?

So start digging your graves folks,

and fulfill your destiny.


'Cause you know all we were born for,

was for taxes and T.V,

as 9-5 pawn pieces,

but not for no tranquility.




500 million is a fraction,

so good luck folks with your chance.

Now's the time to take some action,

or else stand up for your final dance,


and say Caio to your Children,

Adiós dear Mum & Dad,

your Spouse & your Amigos, 
 
& your Grand kids, don't be mad.


Just keep buying your plastic, 
 
don't be angry when it breaks.

It was built in obsolete,

like everything's it's fake.



 
Just keep breaking your back,

to keep up with the latest, 
 
I-phones like they're crack,

'cause we're living in the Matrix.



Banksters makin' dollars,

like they grow on friggin' tree's,

they got us by the collar,

like disposable working Bee's


  
People so complacent,

it's like daylight robbery.

The wisdom of the ancients,

been replaced by slobbery.


So save your arse, your bodies,

if that's your aim, your goal,

but best get right with God,

if nothing else, just save your soul.



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