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Generals of the Undead

Lying in their coffins Ready to receive their orders Then relay to their minions Enemies to receive no quarter Bringing hordes into lockstep In the glow of gothic night Where dreams and nightmares Are presented in plain sight Then the bell tolls They begin to open their eyes The hour is fast approaching The power to hypnotize The moon is turning red Or so goes the perception It only takes one angle To sell a bloody inception Eyes now fully open And then they begin to rise Levitating like ghoulish monsters Damned souls to moonlit skies The bell strikes again And they click off the snooze An early day for American anchors Who daily present the news “If you tell a lie big enough and keep repeating it, people will eventually come to believe it. The lie can be maintained only for such time as the State can shield the people from the political, economic and/or military consequences of the lie. It thus becomes vitally important for the State to use all of its powers to repress dissent, for the truth is the mortal enemy of the lie, and thus by extension, the truth is the greatest enemy of the State.” -Joseph Goebbels (Adolf Hitler's right hand man and minister of Propaganda of the Third Reich.)

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