He died so they wouldn't commit Genocide

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