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ANON Under The Gun

Just or unjust, they do as they must The secretive sect of ANON They live in a world, where truths are unfurled Where justice is served, not undone Just kids on a quest, to make their world the best A time for renewal has come Born out of sedition, in an act of contrition In a world living under the gun Trust no one no lover, no sister nor brother To the whim of their will never bend The youth lie beguiled, innocence defiled The rules of play changed to their end A PLANDEMIC cull, our lives they annul As part of an old prophecy The past Resident or the next P.R.esident Are nothing but puppets you see The proper recourse, stop plastics at source Corporate heads know not shame Sustainable growth has mankind by the throat Corporations are never to blame Quick for to revel, in a dance with the devil C.E.O.’s climb on the rung When those left to pay, will drown in dismay In a world living under the gun Profiteers will amass, mankind lashed to the mast Stripped of their will and their verve The luck of the dealers, unjust freedom stealers Put themselves before those whom they serve As illustrious leaders, peddlers and dealers Repeating the sins of the past The lay of their game, as always the same Since the first day the die has been cast The Bible of old, as Genesis told Of hearts that are harder than stone The Babylon Whore, and the wolves at your door Will render your flesh from the bone The time it has come, Armageddon unsung The milk has been soured and curled A New World in the making, the old one forsaken Their Masonic flag lies unfurled

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