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"Hel's Meat-grinder in the Abattoir of the U.S"

Shattering the phantasm of myths that blinds the
minds of the USA; and exposing its ruinous facade
that grows gaunter every day (this has to be)

Your Uncle Sam is an oppressor that while you're
sleeping molests you as you contentedly dream an
nightmare called...

"The American Dream"

So it'd behoove you to awaken and see the skeleton
and crossbones; you can smear all of the blood over
your doorposts you want, but, when this fucking death-angel
comes around, nothing will stop it for shit

And everyone's so disconnected anyways, that they'll
not even recognize his face when he stands before them
for to make his hit -

Cause from the day that the doc pulled you kicking
and screaming out of your Mama's womb into this
land of, "The Shadow of Death;" you weren't birthed...

"Fuck No" you were branded and bereft; smacked on
the ass for the first time to fill your lungs - and then,
into purgatory officially, your days begun

When you took the Southern exit headfirst down into
the birth-canal, you arrived at the Abattoir of Hel...

So it'd behoove you to awaken and see the skeleton
and crossbones; you can smear all of the blood over
your doorposts you want, but, when this fucking death-angel
comes around with N.W.O sanctioned killing and guns
to back them up, nothing will stop it for shit

And everyone's so disconnected anyways, that they'll
not even recognize his face when he stands before them
for to make his hit -

When you took the Southern exit headfirst down into
the birth-canal, you arrived at the Abattoir of Hel...

And there blinded and dumb-founded, you believed every
contaminated morsel of food that you they fed; never knowing
that they filled and intoxicated you with their device, - consume- our - ism -
by which they struck the death-blow through your head...

/---\
/ism\----------\
ˈizəm/Submit\-------------\
noun informal derogatory\---------------------------------------------------------------\
a distinctive practice, system, or philosophy, typically a political ideology or-\
an artistic movement.                                            /---------------------------------/
\"of all the isms, fascism is the most repressive"/
 \----------------------------------------------------------/

You've, "consumed their ism" and by it, into the abattoir
of Hel been led...

Because,  When you took the Southern exit headfirst
down into the birth-canal, you arrived at the Abattoir of
the USA's Hel...

So it'd behoove you to awaken and see the skeleton
and crossbones; you can smear all of the blood over
your doorposts you want, but, when this fucking death-angel
comes around with N.W.O sanctioned killing and guns
to back them up, nothing will stop it for shit

And everyone's so disconnected anyways, that they'll
not even recognize his face when he stands before them
for to make his hit -
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