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I love you
I love me
I love he
I love she
I love they
I love then
I love now
I love before
I love after
I love forever
I love why
I love
I love sky
I love truth
I love floor
I love ground
I love sing
I love happy
I love joy
I love to hate death
I love to hate evil’s employ
I love I love I love
I love to never want to hate
I love to never want to kill
I love to never want to read more stories of anger and despair
I love to see the truth
out there
I love to ask why
I love to not want to have to die
I love l-o-v-e
most beautiful word in
hist-o-ry
love, l-o-v-e
"what’s that sound
everybody knows whats going down"
love, l-o-v-e
is coming home
to house and home and hearth
and park bench
where homeless man sleeps
night away
having worked his whole life
as a good man
sing out the truth
dear world
falling down
falling down
into ground
dear world
sing out the truth
nevermore
for how many times
do we have to knock on the door
before one percent
hears the cries of truth?
how long will we have to sit here and cry?
I love
i hope that love will win the day
I hope people listen to that word love
l-o-v-e
l-o-v-e
mothers fathers daughters brothers sisters aunts and uncles
evermore
knock on my door
knock on my door
pay me a visit
l-o-v-e
knock on my door
my brother
knock on my door
my sister
knock on my door
knock on my door
pay me a visit
knock on my door
come say hello
knock on my door
knock on my door
knock on my door
and tell me
I love you.
every time i hear music, no matter where i go,
my feet start on moving,
and i wiggle my little toe,
i dance down the street,
even if there is no music around,
and all the people around me,
wonder whats going down,
i dance like ginger rodgers,
and dance like fred astaire
well really thats what i think,
but really dance like rupert the bear,
when i hear the music,
i start to sing along,
even tho i dont know the words
and i sing it all wrong,
i wiggle my little hips,
and clap my little hands,
all i need now is some music or a little band,
people think i,m crazy
when they see me standing there,
wiggling my little tooty
while combing my greasy hair,
i danced on the steps
then i tried to dance on the chair,
dancing on the table,
while music fills the air,
shaking like elvis presley
and moving like james dean
I am kidding on i can dance
its really just a dream,
my dancing's is so bad,
no matter where i go,
every time i try to hip hop
i end up on the floor,
my legs are like jelly,
and my head is hanging down,
bopping along to jean vincent,
and crawling along the ground,
if you started singing,
and you brought a friend along,
we can have a party,
as we dance all night long,,,
THEY CONTROL WHAT YOU HEAR.
THEY CONTROL WHAT YOU SEE.
THEIR CONTROL OVER YOU.
MEANS YOU'RE NOT REALLY FREE.
THEY CONTROL YOUR THOUGHTS
THEY CONTROL WHAT YOU SAY.
THEY HAVE CONTROL OVER YOU
THROUGH OUT YOUR WHOLE DAY.
THEY FORM YOUR OPINION
WITH THEIR POINT OF VIEW.
ALTERED AND DOCTORED
AND TELL YOU IT'S TRUE.
THEY KNOW YOUR WORKING
NO TIME TO DIG IN.
THIS IS HOW
THE MINIPULATORS BEGIN.
EXSPOSE THE TRUTH
YOU EXSPOSE THE LIES
YOU MAY NOT BELIEVE
WITH YOUR OWN EYES.
AROUND THE WORLD
THERE ARE PLENTY OF CLUES.
OF WHAT THE MEDIA
WANT TO DO UNTO YOU.
CONTROL OVER OTHERS
MAKES THE OTHERS A SLAVE.
DESTROYING HUMANITY
WITH WAVE AFTER WAVE.
THE OTHERS ARE FOOLS
WITH THEIR HANDS OUT.
NOTHING IS FREE.
YET THE OTHERS HAVE DOUBTS.
HOW TRUE HOW SAD
POPULATION CONTROL.
THERE'S A WAR GOING ON
AND THE FOOLISH DON'T KNOW.
I'LL EXSPOSE THE QUESTION.
WHAT IS ELITIST CONTROL?
CONSUMPTION OF MAN
INCLUDING THEIR SOUL?
IT'S REALLY QUITE HELLISH
YET THE FOOLS HAVE NO EYES.
CAN'T THINK FOR THEMSELVES
WITH A HEAD FULL OF LIES.
HELL ON EARTH OR
LIFE IN HELL.
WHATS GOING DOWN
DOES NOT BODE WELL.
12032020
The time has always been near as the Lord has said
Now just being more clear as all things move ahead
Man has distanced himself in so leaving God alone
More worried about personal wealth than God’s Glory shown
A trap ready to be sprung for all those who are wandering by
Of praises being left unsung by an inept ability to even try
A roadway filled with snares hidden from the naked eye
So worried of earthly cares thus dismissing what could belie
Once the time has passed there will be no turning back
For what one has not amassed is for what one will lack
The fork no longer in the road, it is simply a straight run
But what is now owed in not so recognizing God’s only Son
The sun will continue to set and the moon will still rise
But in what you have let you will now come to realize
Being far from the Word is simply fellowship with the enemy
It hasn’t occurred because the enemy doesn’t want you to see
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