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Illuminate Me

Mass confusion like contusions and extreme precariousness. The subconscious submission of the consciousness. Like sheep to the slaughter, bring along your lamb. Believe in their words, but do not understand. The diamonds in their eyes and the blood on your hands. We are the crooked pillars on which they stand. The cogs in the clock. A falling grain of sand. For their perfectly timed executing master plan. Get rich or die trying. We will do the latter. Live fast and die young while their pockets get fatter, but we still buy into what they have fed. Not food for thought. Get brainwashed or brain dead. The war is at your door. Blood is being shed. We think we’re doing nothing, but we’re doing what they said. Like a bullet in the brain and living with the lead. The military industry is inside your head.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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