We don’t want the new world order, knocking at our door. They’re coming in so heavy handed they knocked me to the floor. I said ‘sir I binned my ID card, long before this day’. He looked at me with his black magnum, and then started to say, ‘Son don’t resist! You’re messing with elites with iron fists’, is this some kind of irony, I might have missed? War crimes are a sign of the times, the towers fall to the sound of counting dimes, are we supposed to fall in line? More crimes is what we’ve got to come as they march to the beat of and oil drum, it’s time we stop their fun. As shadowy dictators plan with ‘Corporate elites’. Your future’s mapped at every heart beat rebellion can’t compete. I’d have the words of freedom fighters etched into my brain before I’d fake a promise and admit that I’d give in!
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