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You Can Say I Called It

   
   
   
hand on America's pulse    
fear runs wild    
in the land of the diseased    
   
Trump will be president    
fifty dead, fifty three injured in Orlando    
gunned down for living free    
   
his radically insane ideas    
on immigration    
will usher in    
   
THE NEW WORLD ORDER    
   
the poor will continue to be beaten on    
as the rich step on our dead aborted babies    
all the way to the top    
   
Illuminati in control    
giving guns to exterminate the rest of the world    
now they're turned on us    
   
a country built on the backs of slaves    
stolen from the peaceful living natives here    
the streets of the brave running with blood    
   
our children build castles    
out of used hypodermic needles    
the homeless live uncovered while warehouses sit empty    
   
yeah we're fucking free  
running to our own destruction    
Trump for president    
   
hell with it let's kiss our asses goodbye    
as the next world war goes down    
suicidal I'm voting for him    
   
   
   
   
   
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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