The Unnatural [font=arial,helvetica,sans-serif]Thirteen
Fatal Dawn
Amid these open seas of uncertainty,
Where we bartered our futures
For fake pieces of silver.
In silence, we sat complacently amid insecurity.
Heard during that day ââ¬â
The thundering stampedes of protest through every broken alley.
Voices bellowing into every broken home, to every broken heart.
Coins and jewels are meager prizes ââ¬â
Contemptible consolations are nothing but pretty disguises.
Cord whips tear apart these flesh and bone ââ¬â
But, slavery of the mind is more abrasive and can never be atoned.
Our history was a helpless witness,
We ââ¬â cast in the middle of indignity and exploitation.
The prospect of today is darker than those you chained to cotton plantations.
Moral recoil lights the ashes of the oppressed and will smolder hotter than pistol smoke.
The peace many enjoy rest at the expense of scapegoats and victims.
The world is round, but reflects many degrees of lies like a triangular prism.
The poor conform to a place they believe is shelter,
But really it confines them to their daily toil and swelter.
Controlled, baptized water pumps through every sewer system,
In order to program even the very dreams of every citizen.
The beast of Abaddon has already arrived,
In a world of accusation and contempt, it thrives.
For 1260 years,
The faithful will fight tyranny of the likes of Babylon
And of Nineveh.
The mark of the beast stamped upon our foreheads, hands, and currency.
Engineered justice and distorted honesty are all that exist, currently.
Eventually the truth to the ââ¬Åunnaturalââ¬Â thirteen will liberate them all.
On the eve of the unorthodox thirteenth month of the year,
The unbeknownst thirteenth disciple will ratify the Thirteenth Amendment.
Fatal Dawn
Amid these open seas of uncertainty,
Where we bartered our futures
For fake pieces of silver.
In silence, we sat complacently amid insecurity.
Heard during that day ââ¬â
The thundering stampedes of protest through every broken alley.
Voices bellowing into every broken home, to every broken heart.
Coins and jewels are meager prizes ââ¬â
Contemptible consolations are nothing but pretty disguises.
Cord whips tear apart these flesh and bone ââ¬â
But, slavery of the mind is more abrasive and can never be atoned.
Our history was a helpless witness,
We ââ¬â cast in the middle of indignity and exploitation.
The prospect of today is darker than those you chained to cotton plantations.
Moral recoil lights the ashes of the oppressed and will smolder hotter than pistol smoke.
The peace many enjoy rest at the expense of scapegoats and victims.
The world is round, but reflects many degrees of lies like a triangular prism.
The poor conform to a place they believe is shelter,
But really it confines them to their daily toil and swelter.
Controlled, baptized water pumps through every sewer system,
In order to program even the very dreams of every citizen.
The beast of Abaddon has already arrived,
In a world of accusation and contempt, it thrives.
For 1260 years,
The faithful will fight tyranny of the likes of Babylon
And of Nineveh.
The mark of the beast stamped upon our foreheads, hands, and currency.
Engineered justice and distorted honesty are all that exist, currently.
Eventually the truth to the ââ¬Åunnaturalââ¬Â thirteen will liberate them all.
On the eve of the unorthodox thirteenth month of the year,
The unbeknownst thirteenth disciple will ratify the Thirteenth Amendment.
