"Governor" Pritzker has a plan.
There will be no cash bail for the criminal clan.
The arsonist, murderer-kidnapper, and
garden-variety brutes are in celebration.
From beyond his gated walls, he boasted
that this will make citizens safer.
Pritzker has planted land mines in the community garden.
Innocents will be forced to do the weeding,
Lock and load, my friends. Pray if you must.
The purge begins on New Year's Day.
see {Safe-T act}
Slick, quick, lickety split
Opportunity arrives on spot
The gilded glide, slides
To take possession of her lot
Chunks of honey drips, drops
Off lips of galvanized gold
Sounds of flowering rounds
To soften the hardened blow
Click, tick, lock and load
Up the ladder she goes
Floor after floor, opening doors
Til her glory radiates constant glow
Raising daisies gather gorges
For loser cruisers to fall
Altitude attitude flicks the ticks
Without a thought of remorse for the small
...as her schmuser cruiser zooms by
Written by Trudy Schrader on 06-14-2022
Muzzle the people while making billions
unleash a maelstrom of communist virus
into the veins of the harlot media tyrants
into the hat of power magician- politicians
spread fear-mask -divide the people
inoculate a frightened population
with experimental vaccinations
endless mutations-booster brigades
rinse and repeat-new age slaves
frighten-mask-silence-divide-globalize
turn abnormal into normal.
Stalinize the children
brand parents as terrorists...
groom their children not to think
to blindly follow Godless sheep...
where abnormal is normal
godisdevildevilisgod
menarewomenwomenaremen
While in our mental lethargy...
a man tinkling the word "woke"
in the stall next to the little white girl
who's being taught that she is inherently racist.
This is just the beginning, folks:
wake up mamma bear
lock and load pappa bear...
fight for the soul of your children
there's a snake poking holes in the nest
of New Eden
stealing eggs at your expense
fight for the soul of your children
slap the snake with the rake of God..
separate the wheat from the chaff
sprinkle today with the blood of snakes
Amen!
Fu#king hell, I can’t hear - these screaming shells, this banging everywhere!
Jesus Christ I can’t even see the enemy over there!
Lock and load, squeeze the trigger and go these streets of brick and rubble, no cover or safety anywhere!
I can’t see or hear or be a fighter in this hell, what the hell am I doing here?
The thunder bangs, machine gun rounds, smoke and screaming everywhere..
Trapped between these walls the Tiger Tank seals the exit hole, I’ve emptied my gun on steel - the gunner turns his sights on me. Have I used up all nine lives… I watch his barrel turn, this god damn broken ankle hurts…
Oh my Jesus Christ..
…this is the end of me!
Weapons of mass fury
Locked and loaded
watching the media Snow
falling on tombstones
Blinding the world
fury for the masses
raise our glasses pour the wine
Lets toast the insane
in the consciousness
of the sublime the
memory of a nation
Watch the world burn
feeling the heart a blaze
see the child watching
TV of guns and violence
hear the music of deaths destruction
Heavy cords and screaming
reeling in Glee
Words praise darkness
in hallowed be your name
dark seed is planted
theory for the masses
Conspiracy is king
Shadows is Q-ueen
See the weapon smoking lies
in the streets a bullet in the chest
of the beloved the rain sweeps
the ashes away
fury for the masses let it snow
lock and load
Here you go
My lovely child
So eager and wild
Ready to see the world
And all the ugliness it has to offer?
I have a digital snack to proffer
Touch, tap, and swipe
Entertain the predators on skype
Come in, come in
I wish to sin
Pay your fee
Grab your stick
And we all win
Lock and load
While I goad
For your digital load
Was it good for you?
If I may be so bold
Throwing gravy
For the world to see
Billions of soldiers
Leaving my pee pee
Look at the mess you made of me
To bad it isn’t free
I’m empty now
So, leave me be
Nap time now, tee hee
Eric (and sometimes not)
I get my mass shootings mixed up
every day-another one-
makes you somewhat numb
the killers are all much the same
lifetime losers- twisted agenda
so quick to place the blame-
They can plan and finance their mayhem
then claim that they're insane
spared the sparky chair and ball and chain
a lifetime of freebies...at the peril of my pay-
There's a pack of mad dogs lying in wait
ready to unload their unbridled fangs
time to (perc) up folks-time to lock and load
at least you'll give society a chance
when the next time bomb explodes....
Bernie and the hee-haw gang want to give these A-holes
the right to vote--
The left is desperately trying to gain a foothold
on the soiled neckbones of socialists and communists.
The right rallies around their Donny guns
and high-wall, lock-and-load Tommy gun rhetoric.
Neither side is working for the working people.
They breathe and breed for their own self-interest.
Cleaving families, battering 2A and mincing babies.
Though our carbon footprints are rather large
we all dream about going green.
But my, how we adore our gassy SUVs,
bidets, gouty meats, and wall-to-wall heat.
We're all hypocrites of the highest degree.
Few are making sacrifices for progeny or country.
We stumble along in the haze of mediocrity.
Where the losers wear medals never earned.
We are led to our deaths by the swine of the earth.
Sipping plutonium from a shimmering nuclear cup.
That looks a hell of a lot like an urn.
If prison waits for parents whose kid dies (left in a car),
What then for bigot president, earth's brightest racist star,
This narcissistic fool of fools, who's sure his nightmare's best?
Forget whatever God might think, for greed's Trump's only test.
Who'd strip young infants from the ones who care for them the most?
In this new "global heat," their deaths chill souls from coast to coast!
A monster acts, our president, who eats own kids as well,
Greed simply what enslaves his flock, if truth exists to tell!
But 'damn torpedoes,' 'lock and load,' full speed to ship of state,
"Let's ram the earth with ignorance!" Most die! He goes out great!
A traitor to our nation and a death knell for the earth,
Now Satan laughs in ecstasy and minions roll in mirth.
"The road to hell is broad," my friend, "its gates wide" for the fool
Who'd chose the easy way! The gate of heaven's wisdom's tool,
Its narrow path Christ chose, Who served God over beating heart,
Humility His goal, a servant's role His only part.
No act can send a man to hell; conversely, no act saves!
Faith without works is dead, of course, the faithful man behaves.
Brian Johnston
19th of January 2019
Info lock and load
The key does require a code
Unique to each one
These atoms that do collide
In mind is where it resides
Thump, thump, thump,
I can hear the choppers
They are inbound
Med Evac
Another day in the bush
Another man down
I throw out a flare
It’s a hot LZ
Small arms fire
From a sniper
In a tree
Sitting in front of the TV
I watch the war
In full HD
I can see the fear
The talking heads
Say we are losing the war
The minds and souls
Are not on our side
We are the invaders
Sent to enforce democracy
Not necessarily to practice it
Thump, thump, thump,
The mortar rounds closing in
Wish I were anywhere but here
Skipper looks worried
As the radio squawks
Unfriendlies are inside the wire
Lock and load
It’s going to be a long night
I wish those talking heads
Were here to fight
Hope I’m still here
At first light
I put on my slippers
And head off to bed
Not knowing the truth
But feeling so dead
Leeches and communist
Are sucking me dry
I wish Ho Chi Minh
Had never been born
Stalin and Hitler
Just bad dreams
From the blue
I sleep in a fog
Next to my dog
Outside my window
There’s a sound
In the fog
Thump, thump, thump, thump …
Stillness in the night
Silhouettes of Zulu’s
Move along the ridgeline
Monkey’s howl
And men cry
The darkness has no friends
Evil specter of death
In the banana trees
Fruit bats on the wing
Sweating in this jungle
I have but one goal
Remain
Lock and load
Weapons
In the hands
Of teens
Machetes
Teeth
Cut limbs
From torso’s
Lying on the cracked
Jungle floor
Seeping loneliness
Into the heart
Of darkness
That bears no witness
To the soul
Drop down,
hit the ground,
you hear the sound,
your enemy bound.
Stand up,
lock and load,
be careful now,
everythings about to explode.
No sudden movements,
stay as quiet as can be,
don't give away your position,
remember, blind men cant see.
Now slowly creep forward,
toward the dangers ahead,
try not to show,
the fear and the dread.
Inside your freaking out,
as you enter enemy territory,
and this feeling cant compare,
to any classic war story.
Your hurt and sad,
you feel all alone,
but buck up young soldier,
for soon you'll be home.
It might not be,
the home were hoping for,
but heaven's nice,
and Gods waiting at the door.
So clear your head,
don't think anymore,
you'll need all your senses,
to win this war.
There’s a place that I’ve found
As far as I can see
This place lies within
The depths of my dreams
In a garden surrounded
By fire and trees
Through the smoke a silhouette I can barely see
There’s a man with an axe
Standing in the rain
Never fall asleep
You won’t wake up
Destroy the guillotine
Before he does
Honestly that never happened
Lying is your favorite passion.
Leave me; go where you belong
Dying is your latest fashion.
So lock and load mercenaries
I see the smoke from the hilltop
they march one by one
the battle starts adversaries
they bathe in our blood
the worst is yet to come
we’ve reached the covenate
to kill what we have started
kill the machines we’ve spawned to fight
in the darkest hour
So just don’t trust these liars at the door
(you have to find a better way)
Kill the ones that have these answers for
(the questions I will never say)
**Song parts from Escape the Fate: Situations, The Gulliotine, and My Apocalypse**
-Kallie Mason
Symbolic of the hypocrites custodial conceit.
All pretense of perfection
Can provide but brief protection
From the madness at the margins of the mind.
And to the soldier's on the field
The liars soon will be revealed
As weapons turn to lock and load in kind.
The promise was perverted
By the pompous and the proud.
While men of honored greatness
With their genius speaking loud,
Are pushed aside by brokers
Who collect the lesser crowd.
They break and batter dreams
And turn the hopes of men to dust.
With all the wrecking balls beleaguered
They have raped the promised trust
And torn our sacred temples down
For minor profits in the ground.
The genius of these immigrants
In death how proud they stand,
Their contributions prominent
On this, their chosen land.
The people once paraded with a passion and a pride,
To serenade with songs they love the sacredness of soul;
The past should be protected by the present to provide
A living link to history that unifies the whole.
I hear their vital voices still
Reverberate as one
As out of sacred shelters spill
Their sacred songs once sung.
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