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Conflict of wanting to preserve what was built for you, while knowing it has to change to accommodate the changing times. Ultimately, only those who care neither for the past nor the future thrive in the present. Finding a synthesis of these ideas is the goal, but easily manipulated for the goals of forces who consider themselves above or separate from the common man, as if the common man had any unified goal to begin without a nation or unifying force, Thus both drown in the bloodbath, and only the uninvolved scavengers thrive on the corpses of the old world and dying dreams of a hopeful future.
lyrics
Ventriloquist my quill is never relinquished.
I got a hold over your speech,
I write my way, placate none, disrupt some over small sums,
And speak thunderous sound to crowds subsumed by floundering
founders of drunken sunken soulless surreptitiousness, who,
Made to deceive by pleasure, form each letter to please and ease the comforted, they trusted,
so the masses slowly descend, the madness of crowds,
When crows come and speak as a murder does,
They fly to the carrion and carry on the vulturous path,
Tumultuous blood bath,
The mob or elite, both drown as they weep, at last!
My system is systematic,
Preserve blood, ancestors shed it,
Their foundations built from bone,
My new nation, their old home.
My system is systematic,
Preserve blood, ancestors shed it,
Their foundations built from bone,
My new nation, their old home.
Bloody Nation, statements cause infatuation, patients,
Have no patience,
Placated,
With short term memories,
Read no history, even biased sources,
source of the misery repeats,
Start from scratch, can’t cut through the bullish,
Manipulated pulpit, shoots through the crowd, a self-defence situation,
The instigation of violence, every side is involved,
Nothing is backed by gold, fight for the black soon sold, the soul sold, the sole goal,
All visions of above, lost to below,
When the crows come, They speak as a murder does,
Tumultuous blood bath,
The mob or elite, both drown as they weep, at last!
My system is systematic,
Preserve blood, ancestors shed it,
Their foundations built from bone,
My new nation, their old home.
My system is systematic,
Preserve blood, ancestors shed it,
Their foundations built from bone,
My new nation, their old home
