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House of Cards

Contributed by gospel.apostle on Saturday, 3rd January 2009 @ 02:53:24 PM in AEST
Topic: war

Look at the vultures circling overhead
Plotting humanty’s every step
Grip their pockets lined with green
Fueling the elite’s propaganda machine

Spreading ‘damnocracy’ like it’s first aid
But it’s really poison racing through their veins
That means more body bags and unmarked graves
Same old Story that ends with the letters C.I.A.

(chorus)
The breeze has toppled this house of cards
Spiralling aimlessly like reflecting shards
In the Pacific, drowning in blood
So our children can be hooked on drugs
Ruthless intentions to force us into chemical submission
You have 2 choices, so make your decision

Dr. King took a bullet in the head
‘cause he chose to stand up against
Even when his own country tested his allegiance
RFK planned to make King his Vice-President

It wasn’t about politics, but illicit narcotics
“Bombard” the Maddux, now the stage is set
Then the President’s phoney appeal on your TV set
They make the weapons that put our country in debt
Raise taxes and open their hands to collect
Wage the war, and draft the marionettes
Uncle Sam is laughing at us again.

(chorus x1)

Always keep an eye on the back door
That’s where all plans of stealth are forged
Flip through the pages of: Love and War
All this info has been blacklisted from history books
Making sure you don’t give this subject a second look
Knowledge is out there, it’s all where you find it
For it to sink in you have to be open-minded
There’s so much dis-info, it’s easy to be blind-sided
The elite count on us to remain divided
Their influence is so deep, it’s just surprising
I can list examples, but I’ll be here all day reciting
What the banking cartels keep planning and revising
They live in luxury, while we’re here just surviving.

In times of war neither side wins
Just flocks of sheep sacrificed at Tonkin
Lying politicians scapegoat organized religions
How can God’s will be done by these phoney Christians?
If we don’t stand against the name of wealth
We’ll never learn our lessons, and history will repeat itself.

Copyright Â© gospel.apostle ... [ 2009-01-03 14:53:24]
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Re: House of Cards (User Rating: 1 )
by amber_vonHorror on Sunday, 4th January 2009 @ 06:16:24 AM AEST
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This is very good, great point and really expressed well.
A true anarchist.

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