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Rise up, Rise up,
Oh ye all gather round,
Your media informs views,
That are factually unsound,
Fox network is a bruise,
On your spirit and your heart,
Rupert Murdoch is a demon,
Oh just where do I start?
Secret meetings and lies,
Constant hate and derision,
How many nasty limbs,
Corrupt with dark precision,
His spies are known to hack,
And he sponsors politicians,
They are all merely puppets though,
To the twisted life physicians,
I speak of a family,
That goes back a long way,
Whose nefarious dealings,
Rarely see light of day,
They seek to control,
And subvert God's great plan,
They revel in our pain,
They seek to destroy every man,
They act like they themselves are God's,
They are heartless and they are sick,
Mostly unheard and unseen,
They've learned quite the trick,
They attack and distract,
From so many angles,
It is hard to follow the thread,
Through so many tangles,
Media and crime,
Drugs and pollution,
Weapons of war,
Hard to see a solution,
Fingers in pies,
Financial institutions and oil,
Asset management and real estate,
They touch all and they spoil,
Farming and agriculture,
Monsanto is evil,
Bill Gates in their pocket,
That sniveling weevil,
Pharmaceuticals and mining,
Stocks, debts and bonds,
Expensive hotels and fine dining,
There are so many fronds,
Steel, Gold and diamonds,
A surplus held back,
Controlling supply and demand,
From the black they attack,
Alcohol and wine,
Now the most popular drink,
Do you start to see now,
Just how it's all linked?
The Redshield and the man shakers,
That Holy Roman Empire,
I will see you all fall soon,
I know it will transpire.
Oh ye all gather round,
Your media informs views,
That are factually unsound,
Fox network is a bruise,
On your spirit and your heart,
Rupert Murdoch is a demon,
Oh just where do I start?
Secret meetings and lies,
Constant hate and derision,
How many nasty limbs,
Corrupt with dark precision,
His spies are known to hack,
And he sponsors politicians,
They are all merely puppets though,
To the twisted life physicians,
I speak of a family,
That goes back a long way,
Whose nefarious dealings,
Rarely see light of day,
They seek to control,
And subvert God's great plan,
They revel in our pain,
They seek to destroy every man,
They act like they themselves are God's,
They are heartless and they are sick,
Mostly unheard and unseen,
They've learned quite the trick,
They attack and distract,
From so many angles,
It is hard to follow the thread,
Through so many tangles,
Media and crime,
Drugs and pollution,
Weapons of war,
Hard to see a solution,
Fingers in pies,
Financial institutions and oil,
Asset management and real estate,
They touch all and they spoil,
Farming and agriculture,
Monsanto is evil,
Bill Gates in their pocket,
That sniveling weevil,
Pharmaceuticals and mining,
Stocks, debts and bonds,
Expensive hotels and fine dining,
There are so many fronds,
Steel, Gold and diamonds,
A surplus held back,
Controlling supply and demand,
From the black they attack,
Alcohol and wine,
Now the most popular drink,
Do you start to see now,
Just how it's all linked?
The Redshield and the man shakers,
That Holy Roman Empire,
I will see you all fall soon,
I know it will transpire.
Literature
Do you feel the same?
I'm still just so lost
Can't believe my sadness
You shouldn't leave
What can I say?
I never felt this way
Tried to ignore it for months
I can't hide no more
Maybe it's too late?
My blush increases every second
You know I like someone
But you don't know it's you
Maybe it's true?
You make me smile
I talk happily with you
With you I feel safe and happy
Do you feel the same?
Literature
Black
Black
There's a burst of energy through the stillness. The rocks hang as a world broken and fallen to ruin, but one thing keeps in motion. Defiant to the end.
It's a half-finished arc, then a stab, a half-finished arc, then a stab. The scythe whips through the air like an instrument of malice, only to keep a life alive.
He's but a boy, a child in a man's shadowy form. His eyes aren't of death, or divorce, or disease, but of pure emptiness. He's grasping at life, but can't hold on by himself.
The scythe clamors against the walls as it gnarls its footholes, breaking the new earth like sledgehammer to sandstone. How can it stay up? O
Literature
Untitled
I'll Leave
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