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Someone Tell Me Where Are We Heading

Father help the wandering sheep
This old world is sowing what we have reaped
There has been so much bloodshed in the streets
Bioengineered food shoved down our throats to eat

Guns pointed
Bullets blindly flying in the air
No names to greet as hollow points pierce organs ripping them as they tear
You promised love, have faith, and follow the cross for salvation
Yet, kids still in third world countries only know the meaning of daily starvation

Pine boxes resting young corpses
The absence of hopes, dreams
Minds that should be carefree galloping against the wind like wild horses
Mother are left behind, grieving, in shook, crying
Fathers are nowhere to be found
Only showing up at the hospital bed when the child is slowly dying

The Bible pages are no longer not helping
There are guns, knives, bombs, chemical warfare
Those are the deadly choices of earthly weapons
We go to church every Sunday, kneel, and we faithfully pray
Money placed in an offering plate
Electric turned off, no running water, no money in my pockets to pay

Lucifer has got us all tricked with his amazing mental gifts
Giving you what you think you need
Porno, money, fame, jewelry, sweet cunts, and hard dicks
Oh, donít you dare believe he does not exist

To the darkness for those souls who reprieve for the beliefs
Honor unto righteousness who shall be led by the beast
Taking his name self glory only to plant the depravity of Hellís wicked seeds
 
The mark has been planted, checking your Healthcare card, youíre okay
No vaccination to pledge your allegiance
Unfortunately, no entrance, no traveling abroad
Stuck on a no manís island is the elitist New World Order way

My wi-fi is vast, 5G towers erected, involuntary sharing information through broadband
Information deemed necessary, wait, itís a glitch, a security risk
Just place the final global phase of Bill Gates ID2020 agenda in order
The public demands
All your information stored, but we must place the chip in your hand

Does anyone know where we are heading
SweetKittyCat5
Written by SweetKittyCat5
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Author's Note
We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality.

Iris Murdoch
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