“Raise your hands up to the sky”…

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Raise your hands…

Up to the sky…

Never ever question…

Never ask why…

Just follow the system…

Obey all the signs…

Listen to the preacher…

Walk forward blind…

Move like a Sheep…

In a field of Wolves…

Avoiding their teeth…

And horns of the Bulls…

That appear from nowhere…

From behind the trees…

It’s how “THEY” trick you…

And make you believe…

Keeping you walking…

Straight down the line…

Trick you into thinking…

That everything’s FINE

Whilst “THEY” steal your soul…

Sneak in the back door…

So you never notice…

Yet offer them more…

Not even realising…

On your hands and knees…

As you pray unto them…

So eager to please…

Offering to them…

Everything you own…

But “THEY” already own it…

It was a story you were told…

That talks about freedom…

As if it really exists…

This gift from the Gods…

The lie that persists…

But the truth is stranger…

Wrapped up in that lie…

As you will only be free…

On the day that you die…

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