The age of CANNIBALISM comes when we are TONED DOWN by the Propylene GLYCOL and LUCIFER'S OCCULTISM.
In the land of the shadows
He was pulled
Back in each direction at the same time
And the lights they had cast upon the
Purple red sky
There amongst the clouds of PG ufo’s flied
Sprayed Unkown agents in air
Caused braincells to die an alzhaimers disease
Aint’ that fair
There was a detective who wanted to blow a whistle on this
In what kind of a sacred laboratory were they cooking it
These workers they were like marionets
Their strings pulled and made to do the bidding of the masters
The elite’s
Behind bulletproof windows and walls they conjured up evil plans
Now the Detective though
Had gathered enough evidence
And then he’s phone rang
That a new technology had been invented
That could make the the poisonous air seen by the eye
May it be on the church yard
Or the sky
The Law abiding
They didn’t have a clue
What was being done to their mind
And out of sight from the preying eyes
The ABC’S of life
Were teached to the next generation of human life
The frequencies were beamed
And amongst those signals
Many filthy things were streamed
But the industry that gathered
Benefited the most
Had just now migrated the host
And they were waiting for to get back on the field
Weapons in hand
Sword and Shield
This was not against the law
So people had to resort to eating human meat
That was raw
All of civilization was crumbling on it’s own insanity
It was an age of transformative growth
But like a cancer
It reached all the way to the bone
Then we who were amongst the good
Started shooting down the planes in the air
That were spreading that poison even in our food
Planes were crashing to the ground
And people’s natural abilities of mind
Started to surface
That’s how
They indeed want to tone you down
Keep your ablities low
Third eye closed
So you won’t start a revolution
So you will obey
That’s the hidden hand
Here at play
And what they say
For the real reason behind things
There always another factor
They want you now to know this
In the sky
On that bridge
Connecting two worlds to each other
There were the Brits
Not so great anymore
Under a bridge they had to keep their score
Fighting against impossible odds
Who were these people calling the shots
They would never dirty their hands
And in the church they prayd not to god but to lucifer
Then the gates were opened
And all those who survived were welcomed in
The worst damage was done their skin
Like agent orange or the holocaust
The survivors had used panzerfaust
Not as a weapon though
But something to crunch amongst stones
Because now their name’s numbered heavy
And if you wanted to hit the target
You kept your hands steady
There they gathered
But nothing did they learn
And their life in all it’s blind faith
Was like a Western movie
Where all the main characters rollers skate
But that’s the wrong choice for this desert
And the sand
Now you can ask
Who was that camera man?
And who wrote the screenplay with his hands?
Maybe we could make this guy
Our head of staff