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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Gold is the color in the veins of that ore and red is the color in the veins of war. Bankers have bested alchemists of old and found a way to turn blood into gold. With a false flag attack invent a foe to rally the nation around a flagpole. Then ignite emotions till a vengeance flows that sends the troops to die in foxholes. In the business of war you fund foe and friend with flows of equipment to wars without end. Allies and enemies, they’re both the same, destroy and replace is the name of the game. Equip your armies with bombers and tanks then deposit the proceeds into the banks. Blow them all up and when that’s complete order replacements from the corporate elite. Those who protest can often be coaxed to close their eyes and join in the hoax. Money has power to eradicate proof and nullify all indisputable truth. Morals and loyalty have prices and range that are traded like stocks on an exchange. As the bribes go up ethics go down and there’s never a lack of sellers around. The wealthy think they’re a class of high priests and the crumbs of their greed are some kind of feast. They are held in the highest reverence and awe by those hungry for power and morally poor. So anxious are some to devour the scraps they lick up the floor beneath their bootstraps. There isn’t a lie that they would not eat to stay in the grace of the corporate elite. Those who seek justice are told that the law is a remedy that’s so righteously pure that it will imprison the vilest of men to rectify evil committed by them. Those who believe the rich go to jail are lost in the pages of a fairy tale. There’s no happy ending at the close of the book all chapters are written and penned by the crooks. The “enemy is” those who threaten the pork devoured by Wall St. up in New York. And if you want some bacon to put on your bread you’d better tear all who oppose them to shreds. Put boots on the ground with a sky full of drones to slaughter resistance in the killing zones. Let oil and blood flood into the streets for the profit and pleasure of the corporate elite.
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