I can see it everyday,
The nonsense
The violence
The Shaytan’s whispers, the voice of my conscience
And the tears that she cries goes unnoticed
And the morning after?
Same book different chapter
As you look upon her face and see the results of your rapture
Or the wrath that you poured as if you were her god.
And your hands kept beating down on her didn’t care that she cried
As you pushed away her son
Shit, he wasn’t your child
Another day
As the street lights flicker
On the face of a child neglected
Mother left bitter
Left the kids in the house
couldn’t pay for a sitter
Left the kerosene burning
No heat in the winter
And as the smoke cleared
And she realized her worst fears
Salvaged a picture of her children
8 months and 3 years
Same book different chapter
Silence the morning after
Like the Sunday morning guilt of the adulterous pastor
Preaching lies to a church filled with hypocritical laughter
Passing that basket around 3 times
Preaching greed’s a deadly sin
didn’t really believe in the words that you scribbled with that pen
Waiting for the hereafter?
Same book different chapter
The nonsense
The violence
The voice of my conscience
The Shaytan’s calls
These 4 white walls
Closing
These actors keep posing
The streets engulfed in flames
The single mothers pain
The deadbeat dad
The never ending game
The drugs and the guns
Molesting priest protected by the nuns
The pimps and the tricks
The trunks filled with bricks
And not the kind that build houses
And these things play a factor
In the never ending story
Same book different chapter
One hundred million people, I see one woman one man. Walking in unison bitter and bland. Hands over their eyes being led like sheep, and the dogs are nearby making sure they stay sleep.
Seems they’ve been exposed, like coke in the nose. Drugged by the illusion, stolen; foreclosed. Seized while they were napping or taking in sound waves. Now they walk in agreement like they’ve risen from the grave.
The exposure indeed has turned them into slaves…and it maybe too late to stop the poison at the source, when they’ve handed whips to men like Oliver North. And Halliburton and FEMA works in coalition, while Obama tells you lies to dissolve your suspicion. But what will you do when they throw you in those camps, because the bill has been written and the ink has been stamped and I’m not Jesse Ventura, this ain’t an Alex Jones series, it’s gets deeper than you labeling this a conspiracy theory. Our rights have been taken under false flag operations, no more Constitution…what Declaration? You’re no longer a soul but cattle instead, and that’s the only thing evident; the truth that went unsaid.
They got us all distracted and the price is our lives, while we converse about Weezy and Basketball Wives. And our children are worse so forget about the time to come, because the weed and the pills got their minds all numb, and we gave them the Ritalin, we made them get those vaccines that the enemy prescribed so many sterilized per diem.
And you’re a fool if you think Japan’s radiation didn’t reach us, but we’re the same fools that let our oppressors teach us. Let Glenn Beck tell us stories, that were cosigned by Mother Goose, but we love the fairy tales, we’ve accessorized the noose. We’re obtuse too dumb to see that Ron Paul is an agent and I know it sounds crazy but someone has to say it, and I have no fear I recognize the imposters that wanna label you a threat, and call you a monster. Your water has methane and your food is engineered but we love to eat McDonald’s, obsessed with the puppeteer. We’ve signed the dotted line and haven’t read the disclosure. Too deaf, dumb, and blind…delaying the exposure
