Born into lies
Most of us zombified
Histories written from
The victors side
An environment where
We’re all a little sad
And those who aren’t lonely
Are psychopathically mad
What is it to die
If we haven’t yet
Lived in life
Do the dead
Feel the pain
From the cut
Of a knife
Or the broken heart
Of a neglected part
The piece of a hive
The struggle to survive
Or the need to protect
A husband, a wife,
A child or a mind
Illuminate script
Look the other way
Adam Weishaupt’s fake
Just an actor, same scene
But different day
They distract to cause an impact
Then retract to make an impact
Spread apart we’re not intact
Granted they’re commanded
It is us made stranded
Lost in a choice between
Two sides of the same Candid
Eight truthful breaths
A gift to those
Who cast nets
With threats of debts and regrets
Then landing the once free hands
Of a single grain from our many sands
And thus the illusionists continue
And their victory expands
That’s why I’m pittin my revenge
I’m spitting my visions to avenge
In order to take back control
Re-write the sacred scroll
Until the fragmented learns the truth
And the truth is we’ve always been whole
So let’s face them
Face to face
Divulge what we know
Present them to our case
Order them to address
Pop their malignant abscess
The Worlds a stage
The real writers backstage
We unawares but we been out upstage
Thus consenting our lives
To the confines of humanities invisible cage
Fuck It
Im postulation for war
Ill setting the stage
Those vigilant among us
Must engage with the justice rage
As we righteously wage this Holy war
I am ‘ The Peoples General ‘
A paradigmatic Sage
Who’s with me
The time is now
Draw your swords
Whilst the curtains down
We march backstage
We dethrone their crown
Damn all them screen writers
They always on the scene
Weaving nightmares while we unawares
Wreaking havoc they destroying our dreams
To hell with them scene riders
As they glide from play to play
They got infinite acts
The performance of acts by rats
World theatre
Elite Broadway
Divides with stats
Til all’s confused
What’s me
What’s you
What’s night
What’s day
Confused we runnin for the hills
Until we’re caputured
Mind tortured then drilled
With the will to self kill
Self inflicted Genocidal Suicide
The Fatality of a precious community unity
Cast away from a nexus of immunity acuity
The irretrievably adrift always finding disunity
Their false perceptions cultivating animosity
Giving rise to wayward hostility
Soliciting violence, abuse and futility
So presumably humanely
They are lost and thus mutually
Stupidly obtaining to fallacy
Our belief in illusion
Our taxation of self
A subtle castration
Leaves us divided
We must invite
Ourselves to Ourselves
Avoiding inevitable damnation
To scared to believe
We are together in this
A brethren’s kiss
Cheek to cheek
The summation of alienation
A realised sedation
Truths validation
Of our eternal nature
Individualistic and unique
One Soul
One Spirit
One Nation
We’re entitled to truancy
To the unmitigated journey
Throughout the many roads unknown
To travel steadfast along a stable path
To explore ourselves together, not alone
Cause I’m forever
Quittin the splittin
No longer slitting
Knitting our monophonic rigging
To shift us
To lift us
To sync us
Eventually the Universe
She crowns us all
For we are Kings and Queens
Prone to the Thrown
Ceremonies celebrate
Together as we gravitate
Towards a Heavenly mandate
Finding bliss in a simple truth
Origins of tasty fruit
Are within the seed
Not within the root
Salvation isn’t something to mute
The conversation has to start with you
Silence provides us with clarification
An understanding of a Devine translation
Self adhesion, Universal relation
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Born into lies Most of us zombified Histories written from The victors side An environment where We’re all a little sad And those who aren’t lonely Are psychopathically mad What is it to die If we haven’t yet Lived in life Do the dead Feel the pain From the cut Of a knife Or the broken heart Of a neglected part The piece of a hive The struggle to survive Or the need to protect A husband, a wife, A child or a mind Illuminate script Look the other way Adam Weishaupt’s fake Just an actor, same scene But different day They distract to cause an impact Then retract to make an impact Spread apart we’re not intact Granted they’re commanded It is us made stranded Lost in a choice between Two sides of the same Candid Eight truthful breaths A gift to those Who cast nets With threats of debts and regrets Then landing the once free hands Of a single grain from our many sands And thus the illusionists continue And their victory expands That’s why I’m pittin my revenge I’m spitting my visions to avenge In order to take back control Re-write the sacred scroll Until the fragmented learns the truth And the truth is we’ve always been whole So let’s face them Face to face Divulge what we know Present them to our case Order them to address Pop their malignant abscess The Worlds a stage The real writers backstage We unawares but we been out upstage Thus consenting our lives To the confines of humanities invisible cage Fuck It Im postulation for war Ill setting the stage Those vigilant among us Must engage with the justice rage As we righteously wage this Holy war I am ‘ The Peoples General ‘ A paradigmatic Sage Who’s with me The time is now Draw your swords Whilst the curtains down We march backstage We dethrone their crown Damn all them screen writers They always on the scene Weaving nightmares while we unawares Wreaking havoc they destroying our dreams To hell with them scene riders As they glide from play to play They got infinite acts The performance of acts by rats World theatre Elite Broadway Divides with stats Til all’s confused What’s me What’s you What’s night What’s day Confused we runnin for the hills Until we’re caputured Mind tortured then drilled With the will to self kill Self inflicted Genocidal Suicide The Fatality of a precious community unity Cast away from a nexus of immunity acuity The irretrievably adrift always finding disunity Their false perceptions cultivating animosity Giving rise to wayward hostility Soliciting violence, abuse and futility So presumably humanely They are lost and thus mutually Stupidly obtaining to fallacy Our belief in illusion Our taxation of self A subtle castration Leaves us divided We must invite Ourselves to Ourselves Avoiding inevitable damnation To scared to believe We are together in this A brethren’s kiss Cheek to cheek The summation of alienation A realised sedation Truths validation Of our eternal nature Individualistic and unique One Soul One Spirit One Nation We’re entitled to truancy To the unmitigated journey Throughout the many roads unknown To travel steadfast along a stable path To explore ourselves together, not alone Cause I’m forever Quittin the splittin No longer slitting Knitting our monophonic rigging To shift us To lift us To sync us Eventually the Universe She crowns us all For we are Kings and Queens Prone to the Thrown Ceremonies celebrate Together as we gravitate Towards a Heavenly mandate Finding bliss in a simple truth Origins of tasty fruit Are within the seed Not within the root Salvation isn’t something to mute The conversation has to start with you Silence provides us with clarification An understanding of a Devine translation Self adhesion, Universal relation