It looks as though the sixth trumpet has sounded, deaf to the orchestra that lead to this. A grim road of revelation, we ignored till we were wrought with privation. Too proud to accept that were slaves. The bars are easy to see now that were halfway to our graves. The smell of gunpowder sits heavy on the air, 5.56mm casings coat town square. To maintain a firm grasp, a culling of the nations has commenced. Riding steel horses that breathe fire like Dragons, the puppets carry out their slaughter. Public execution, raping of the Constitution. Its history repeating, witness the new Final Solution. You are not free just cause you cant see your shackles. The American Dream was always just a nightmare. Welcome to the collapse, Im glad you could make it We tiptoed very loudly, no way you could have mistaken it. Foot through the door. Face to the floor. Just cant ignore this New World Order. A man cant ride another mans back unless its bent. Open your mind, seek the truth and realize. You are not free just cause you cant see your shackles. This is real. Cant conceal. Its all around us. Weve been gutted, torn to the bone. The Overlord sits smiling on his throne.
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