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END GAME
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Terrible
things may happen soon
The brilliant sun could go in at noon yet it be the month of June. The sky above will look like blood From boy to man, from cot to pram from bat to cat to diplomat, from fish to sea, from bird to tree To even those on bended knee, effected will all these be By he the Wizard from the eternal see In ninety five he came alive the windows of his life complete with flying fools and flashing feet However love will find a way to end his
evil plan the downfall of all man |
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AFTER THE BANG
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All
passions burnt out in the searing heat
Bodies lie scorched on every street Road gutters are gutted with blood, mixed up with all types of rubbish and mud Millions of houses are just cracked up shells Most of the souls who once lived there have gone to Hell O' where are you now great technos',not coming to the feast perhaps you realize that you were just tools of the beast. The population you now have cut down to size For this great achievement you have been awarded first prize It seemed great to have made a machine that could make all your dreams but look at the results when it made up its own schemes. The World seems now to be a much bigger place with most of the people gone off its face Robots rule now by day and by night, they turn on and off everything in sight Try dialing the Internet, you'll find its all gone except for a repeated message telling you to hang on Lucky underground cables saved you a little way all others outside have just shriveled away Fresh food now is a thing of the past. It soon disappeared after the first few nuclear blasts The microchip implanted inside your head will tell the main computer whether your alive or dead The bird you see fly past your window, is not any bird but a camera in flight. You can't pull down the shutters that will not do Don't you know what its like to be one of
the chosen few. |
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APOCALYPSE
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Great
days are ahead in the land of the dead or so St John wrote what he saw far
ahead.
We'll call on the hills to fall and to crush us We'll hide in dead reeds and burnt out bushes We'll cough and we'll sneeze because we've used up most of our trees for unnecessary needs The mountains of waste that we buried in haste will erupt from their tombs to cause many wounds The blind will be blessed as they will not
see what we've have traded for greed and insanity |
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THE SAME
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The
new millennium has just begun
It hold many fears Don't talk to me of anti-Christ he has been with us for countless years The troubles have more than trebled but so to has our race. I guess most of us will still be the same no matter how many times we play the game Are we going to be like the people of Easter island who became extinct through worshipping false Gods Turning all their beautiful trees into dead logs to pries and lever up stone statues. Who still facing seawards bear witness to their folly are we doing the same pursuing lolly I, guess we are like acne on the Worlds beautiful face One day nature will cure us or else we will
disappear without trace. |
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THAT'S THAT
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Things
are going fine, six , six six, nine nine nine.
The Internet is spreading porn, six, six, six, nine, nine, nine People are crawling in and out of the net. Politicians are mainly accepted as smooth talking creeps with scandals breaking out from week to week The planet is polluted with indestructible rubbish and crap Some of the church guardians are perverts six, six, six, nine, nine, nine things are going fine Eskimo's will soon have all year round tans. Drugs and greed have become the rage, not to mention athletes of any age. It's nearly on every newspaper page Suicide rates are up sky high among the young, I wonder why ,it seems happiness is hard to buy. Thank God they have found water on the moon. The one's who survive might have to live
there soon |
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WAS IT A WASTE
OF TIME
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Drinking
the sweet tainted wine of the Babylonian whore.
Milking the accursed golden calf to obtain it's material milk so completely impure. It's substance of no use to the needy or the poor Nursing sins hoping for an anti-dote to avoid being smote The driving force from wind to steam to mechanical machine Then quickly on to electrification to micro chip, to silicone hip and shapely tit Lucifer is in a constant laughing fit, even he could not make up half of it His two pet lambs are ready now to fulfill his plans. The churches and temples he has rocked and rolled. Their virtues and morals easily sold for temporary gold They depend nearly completely now on the old. St.Peters keys are only temporarily lost
I, hope. |
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DRAGON
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I saw
the black dragon with its four red heads
I saw its flame, I saw its game It kept revolving in a circular moving mass, it made it nearly impossible to pass It arrived from out of the sea of snakes. In most men's eyes it could make no mistakes The Earth it will scour with its evil power. |
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OLD BLUE
EYES
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I have looked into the seconds sky blue eyes They have seen before we have been I wonder how bad or worse could be than to try and cut down, an eternal growing tree I have seen the timeless virtues being washed away by life to-day. I have heard the religious drug crazed ranting being loudly chanted in the halls of black I have sensed the four horses at the starting gate I am thinking now that its getting late |
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