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.)
Copyright © The Fringe | Year Posted 2012
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