For some reason,
Things are getting worse,
For each passing season,
Society gets a higher speed of reverse,
They said no dictatorship,
But we are all controlled,
Media is striking us with its whip,
Fear is keeping us in its hold,
Murder here and slaughter there,
Salvation is at hand,
Leaders tell us not to fear,
We are safe in this crippled land.
All around you,
Children are mentally destroyed,
Because of dreams not come true,
And entertainment they can´t enjoy.
Future is following a destructutorial.
No time to reminisce
Blood will be mankinds memorial.
Liberate Tutemen Ex Infernis.
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