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Guild of Apes

Every Tribe
And every crew
Has their members
And their brood
It’s the bond
The soul’s food

The unbreakable click
To keep the oath pure
And keep out the prick

It can’t be explained
It can’t be strained
It can’t be stained

It’s the unspoken shield
That will not yield

If your lucky
It’s something you will feel
And dare not appeal
But seek to keep real
Such a precious deal
A delicious spiritual meal

Do you know of what I speak?

It’s the acceptance
We seek
Safety in numbers
For the weak

For the meek
Shall inherit the earth
Its our unity
That measures our worth

Do you get what I say?
It’s humanity’s harmony
That I pray

Because…

Every Tribe
And every crew
Has their members
And their brood
It’s the bond
The soul’s food

Catching the vibe?
Feeling the mood?

It’s so easy to see
Even easier to be
Part of the tribe
And uniquely me

You and I are no different
From the last
We have a future and a past
From the fold we were cast
To make our path
In this existence
Of taught resistance

Don’t believe the hype
Of programmed tripe
Remove your lips
From the political crack pipe

Stop sucking
The glass dick
And give freedom of thought
A long lick
Ya dizzy confused prick

Do you understand the message here?

Humanity is not to fear
But to hold near
And stand with my dear
It’s the ers
We put in charge
That live large
On our dime
Laying the law of the land
To bury our head in the sand

To keep us all divided
And in fear of one another
To keep an eye on our brother

And never turn our back on the fact
That any moment
We could be attacked

All this mental chaos
To keep control of the toilet bowl
They created in the first place

The answer is simple
It’s the fear they create
That allows you to mentally masturbate
That you are free

It’s the constant fuel for your rage
That blinds you from the bars of the cage
And keeps up stuck on the same page
Of the bad novel with no end
It’s not love these ers send

To many trust
Our greedy lust
And let our morals rust
It’s nothing but a bust
For the good ol’ U.S of A.

So, I gotta say…….

Wake up
Ya stupid

Copyright © Eric Nolan

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