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.
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.
& 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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