will be made about your future that became a blast from the past What happened to all those people
in the steeple who did not rise up from dominion— how could they be so stupid to believe
fear conquers anything And nothing could be done to save them from The Man
A rich bankers life knows no strife when they steal all the money away. They say, your
date with fate has come, live in your tent cities— homeless Jobless, hopeless— if you are lucky
to survive— Armageddon is a perfume that smells like roses coloring the stench of death
Believe me folks— when I say, I ' m here from the government to help you— synchronize your own demise
I told the truth
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