One Dies
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Let us make Man in our own image
In the game of death, there's no Scrimmage
If Only One dies to save a Great Nation
Then all the World leaders have a great Situation
A slight Complication of which Race Survives
Hue is a Shade, so we will contain all Black Lives
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Killing the Messenger, making his death a religion
Dividing his name, we'll call this game Divine Division
Sections of Faith, all hating others claims
Protecting their Truth, disclaiming all other names
We'll start off with God, and the Lord God be his messenger
His Staff will surround him and his Rod is his weapon, Sir
We will call him, and label his people as children
Depending on our paper notes, worth nothing, the pen
Will control the universal minds of the Masses
We can take time finding peace on Earth, Laws of Molasses
Burning Ashes to Ashes, from Dawn Till the Dusk
We will rule a Nation of Ethiopians, with African Trust
We'll call a Slave Nation, " It's the Home of the Free "
The Stolen Land of the Brave, Indian Slaves that they be
Common our community, communing like Snakes
Pure is the blood lined up to get Rapped
We are hidden in plain sight, like the Vampires Clause
We destroy the UpRight, documentation and laws
Their Shed Blood, Blood of Christ, our victory to Win
Living by our Rules, and if not, it's a Sin
Their children our toys, Area 51 a toy box
They love their lives so much, their Chambers are Locks
If they ever catch on to the fact they are Slaves
Or the history of us, who used to dwell in dark caves
A war of great magnitude will eventually occur
And all we have to do, is blame it all on her
See, he has died, in order that they all live
And she has strayed, away from the knowledge of life that she gives
So as we war for survival of our enemy
I watch from afar, you are blessed to be a friend of me
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Truthurtz
Posted By: ArkAngle Mi'cha'el
Friday, September 9th 2016 at 12:26PM
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