Notes on World War III

God and all angels sing the world to sleep
For the end of the world is man made
With the blue tongue of greed, control
The Moon burns in the mind of history

Where war and politics are the domain of the corrupt
Staring, at midnight, into the Angel of Death
A catastrophic power play of midget nations
Yet life is itself, the fulfillment of petty desires

Money, the pillow of the head in the dark
Power, the bent over guitar of the green day
Organics thick-lipped, riot and rebel
For a new world that cannot be born

Till the old world dies of its own inflation
God and all angels sing the world to sleep
That we might die, for others to take our place.

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Brave American Planned Holocaust

The night the world was going to end
American news portrayed fake terrorists
A propaganda machine to delude
The light of one candle, one corrupt

Dream; the puppet-masters colluded
With undisclosed profit from War
To orchestrate an End-times to reset the rat-race
We put on high boots to be ready

We stocked our basements with supplies
Because we wanted to survive
The night the world was going to end
American agencies had fractal algorithms

To control and manipulate the hearts of men
The betrayers of the New World Order
Arthur C. Clarke wasn’t too far off
The conspiracy theorists speculated for years

On the hierarchy of the warped economics
America was the heart of darkness
The origin of the greatest pangs of capitalism
The playground’s edge of World War III

In the modern day Game of Thrones
Our whole families slept when it all began
The bankers had plans to be followed
The revolutionary protestors were too late

The New World order would rise
After the great fall, some cataclysm
On the eve of anarchy, some treachery
Of false Presidents, false worship of money.

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