5 Aug 2011
our purpose
Our purpose is to save the Earth from the cage it is in, there are two types of people, the rattlers and the crackers.
Wednesday 10 August 2011
Injustice
4 Aug 2011
injustice
Injustice that is not recognised by an authority.. is not an authority worthy of recognition only revolution! in injustice the guilty have built straw houses on their mountain and their minds become numb, always seeking approval, forever in doubt, and love becomes fake lore.
injustice
Injustice that is not recognised by an authority.. is not an authority worthy of recognition only revolution! in injustice the guilty have built straw houses on their mountain and their minds become numb, always seeking approval, forever in doubt, and love becomes fake lore.
These Times
28 Feb 2011
These Times
This is the vision of android consent! Manufactured Reality,the smoke and mirrors, your fears your worries, just outside the birds sing, in a geometric dream.
Coming back, going to, breaking up, what is it we're breaking through?Flashing blue lights. quick response, appear in numbers, babylon horizon.The Law marching into conversations, watching for submissions, dividing. In the last stand enough hatred bred in each human to equip an army, to create the final divisions. The iron that is swung nameing, taging, maiming.Stealing a nation, What! Freedom next time? Purging reason, the android consent! they give us beer, full strength, no chant! no more! one said to the other,"we have in the order of a quarter", gloating he gave the last order! pulsating blue lights, became a sea of sludge, of sound in force! The reason was not disclosed.
Divide, Divide! Detain! just fucking do as you are ordered! said the one who was the leaver.
In a privy council, passed across a table, the final division! said the bold font, the dark front "Agreed" her highness squaked!
Tonight's programme's loaded, the blue light flashing, we was told to stay in, and the final days was given.
The world called in communication in drops of dew was a solution! to see the universe talking.
We all know the score a good deal. Is what we feel different than what we know? What they want is what we're sold.
Kettled into feeding stations, into farms, my life for survival, mineing people's minds. My heart is moving, one time it's going to stop working.
Without any warning the Earth sang in geometric, beyond reason we can see ourselves as the same.
The horizon was a blue screen, flashing blue, pulsing, every last one descending in force! truncheon's raised, blood stained, on horses.
No legal aid given! Unemployed in detention! Business's renting education, and then subletting freedom.
Marriages only for prince's and princess's the followers in the after feed reception.
The missionaries prepare, Bishops! Clerks! are briefed on gatherings and distribution! Oh! Oh! I understand said the Station Manager the Fat Controller, processing numbers in cages with locked doors.
Am I my keys, and the floor, and walls, and everything I own, my thoughts are yours.
In the ever flow in droplet pearls, in a complete dream the Earth calls, centuries of control will begin to fall, out of free parties, adventures, free spirits will come rebels.
In dew drops we saw for ourselves, death was a lie, so I died three times.
All my possession's I own thrown, with my image gone, there was no secrets in universal love.
These Times
This is the vision of android consent! Manufactured Reality,the smoke and mirrors, your fears your worries, just outside the birds sing, in a geometric dream.
Coming back, going to, breaking up, what is it we're breaking through?Flashing blue lights. quick response, appear in numbers, babylon horizon.The Law marching into conversations, watching for submissions, dividing. In the last stand enough hatred bred in each human to equip an army, to create the final divisions. The iron that is swung nameing, taging, maiming.Stealing a nation, What! Freedom next time? Purging reason, the android consent! they give us beer, full strength, no chant! no more! one said to the other,"we have in the order of a quarter", gloating he gave the last order! pulsating blue lights, became a sea of sludge, of sound in force! The reason was not disclosed.
Divide, Divide! Detain! just fucking do as you are ordered! said the one who was the leaver.
In a privy council, passed across a table, the final division! said the bold font, the dark front "Agreed" her highness squaked!
Tonight's programme's loaded, the blue light flashing, we was told to stay in, and the final days was given.
The world called in communication in drops of dew was a solution! to see the universe talking.
We all know the score a good deal. Is what we feel different than what we know? What they want is what we're sold.
Kettled into feeding stations, into farms, my life for survival, mineing people's minds. My heart is moving, one time it's going to stop working.
Without any warning the Earth sang in geometric, beyond reason we can see ourselves as the same.
The horizon was a blue screen, flashing blue, pulsing, every last one descending in force! truncheon's raised, blood stained, on horses.
No legal aid given! Unemployed in detention! Business's renting education, and then subletting freedom.
Marriages only for prince's and princess's the followers in the after feed reception.
The missionaries prepare, Bishops! Clerks! are briefed on gatherings and distribution! Oh! Oh! I understand said the Station Manager the Fat Controller, processing numbers in cages with locked doors.
Am I my keys, and the floor, and walls, and everything I own, my thoughts are yours.
In the ever flow in droplet pearls, in a complete dream the Earth calls, centuries of control will begin to fall, out of free parties, adventures, free spirits will come rebels.
In dew drops we saw for ourselves, death was a lie, so I died three times.
All my possession's I own thrown, with my image gone, there was no secrets in universal love.
These Times (part 2 )
31 Mar 2011
These Times (part 2)
Reasoning, reason! Going through the smoke! Rising beginning to break the mirrors your fears your worries, a manufactured dream.The IMF OMFG the birds always sing there, there is no change! The sea of sludge, cars spewing grime. Flashing blue sounds, RTB return to base , quick response , dragonfly's appear, battalions on the ground; grinding our senses in the last stand, black and blue side by side, walking wanting a nod, when instead they're gonna get knocked out!The Iron that divided is an exhibit. The chants that turned to sighs; begs the question! Royal is the difference! Pretending! Hundreds of thousands applying for jobs that is nonexistent. So who gives a shit about a smiling Prince and his bitch. No longer seeing the world through the papers aimed at builders, football fans, house hermit mothers gradually cracking under the proxy cover built on sand a stack of cards so high everyone waiting, wanting, talking, eventually hating! a design! Licking their lips like the Princes bitch that's swallowed, sensing that smell, blood thirsty, as long as it's always someone else! Never believing or evening reasoning, that the cards are beginning to fall, and that everything is manufactured consent!Designed to squeeze you! "an orange? or a lemon?", the advisor asks! Why don't you stick your head up your ass! And see if it fits!Let's see who the "colluding! Money religion monarchy, (hold on! Money! Ark! Alchemy! = Monarchy), monetary beast worshiping papers! Who they're going to represent!" What are you going to be!!?The choice's they give us is the same every fucking day, sirens, no electric, soup runs, where am i gonna get my next spliff? As long as I'm reasoning! Fuck the Royals! And who gives a fuck about the wedding!
Not Me.
These Times (part 2)
Reasoning, reason! Going through the smoke! Rising beginning to break the mirrors your fears your worries, a manufactured dream.The IMF OMFG the birds always sing there, there is no change! The sea of sludge, cars spewing grime. Flashing blue sounds, RTB return to base , quick response , dragonfly's appear, battalions on the ground; grinding our senses in the last stand, black and blue side by side, walking wanting a nod, when instead they're gonna get knocked out!The Iron that divided is an exhibit. The chants that turned to sighs; begs the question! Royal is the difference! Pretending! Hundreds of thousands applying for jobs that is nonexistent. So who gives a shit about a smiling Prince and his bitch. No longer seeing the world through the papers aimed at builders, football fans, house hermit mothers gradually cracking under the proxy cover built on sand a stack of cards so high everyone waiting, wanting, talking, eventually hating! a design! Licking their lips like the Princes bitch that's swallowed, sensing that smell, blood thirsty, as long as it's always someone else! Never believing or evening reasoning, that the cards are beginning to fall, and that everything is manufactured consent!Designed to squeeze you! "an orange? or a lemon?", the advisor asks! Why don't you stick your head up your ass! And see if it fits!Let's see who the "colluding! Money religion monarchy, (hold on! Money! Ark! Alchemy! = Monarchy), monetary beast worshiping papers! Who they're going to represent!" What are you going to be!!?The choice's they give us is the same every fucking day, sirens, no electric, soup runs, where am i gonna get my next spliff? As long as I'm reasoning! Fuck the Royals! And who gives a fuck about the wedding!
Not Me.
My Revolutionry Girl
28 Feb 2011
My Revolutionry Girl
Oh my little Revolutionry Girl.I haven't forgot you.With all my heart,I do still love you,What you know is true!What you feel and knew!I still hold a candle too.A day does not pass;where the cause is gone or lost!My speech or what I say!Still has a revolutionry flavour!an my nuance will always be your courageous valour!My flesh, my mind long gone,through injustise only to rewrite the old for the new.They tried to silence me and beat my mind with so many lies,and an Institution that was taken for a ride by the evil that divides,What they are not going to expect is the power of my truth over untruth,Good over Evil, the power of Soul my little revolutionry girl.
My Revolutionry Girl
Oh my little Revolutionry Girl.I haven't forgot you.With all my heart,I do still love you,What you know is true!What you feel and knew!I still hold a candle too.A day does not pass;where the cause is gone or lost!My speech or what I say!Still has a revolutionry flavour!an my nuance will always be your courageous valour!My flesh, my mind long gone,through injustise only to rewrite the old for the new.They tried to silence me and beat my mind with so many lies,and an Institution that was taken for a ride by the evil that divides,What they are not going to expect is the power of my truth over untruth,Good over Evil, the power of Soul my little revolutionry girl.
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