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22/7
01:20
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Only two things in life are certain... Death and Taxes.
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2084
04:05
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We emerge, from the rubble and ashes. Destined to rule the Earth and its masses. Indoctrination in the classes. Illusions of nations prop up the racket. Destroy all thoughts democratic. The New World will be technocratic. The Board votes, Big Brother passed it. Consume, Obey, seen in the static. I’ve become the enemy, I descend from Tel Aviv. You can’t escape the blood and horror, it’s high definition slaughter. Bathe in blood of virgin daughters. Sacrifice!
Fuck, Buy, Kill!
Send the men in as canon fodder, pave the way for companies to prosper. Fuck, buy, kill! Please turn in your weapons. I’ll give you to the count of thirty seconds. The decision is final. All pistols and automatic rifles. Didn’t you see what he did? Shot up the class wicked fast while they were reading. We planned it, reported it and funded it. Fuck the school, fuck the kids. Fuck, Buy, Kill! How can I feel the plain? Can’t you see that I’m insane? I am a sociopath. I saw Him once. He spoke to me, and he showed me the light! This is conspiracy at its best, this ain’t for free. We want your guns and civil liberties. This is peace and prosperity! He said he’d gone by different names in different ages, but the message was always the same...Create, Maintain, Destroy! This is conspiracy at it’s best, this ain’t for free. We want your guns and civil liberties. It’s peace and prosperity!
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451 Degrees Fahrenheit
03:16
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They didn’t build Rome in a day but we invaded in one. Salted the earth in Carthage, burned the books of Alexandria. Went door to door in a guerrilla war for law and order, legitimized our authority, and then secured the borders. But, the goddamn barbarians still got in, they raped and pillaged and committed every other sin. And in a crowd of tens of thousands surrounding the town they all were singing…
Fuck and Kill your way to Him. Valhalla sings our praise in hymns.
So, open the Gates of Janus and let it all begin again. They will pay for what they have done. And they will pay this debt in blood. So lets flood the Rhine with blood and set their fuckin’ villages afire, better yet let's drown them in the Rhine and then send their wives onto the pyre singing…
Sacrifice your way to Him. Agni will sing our praise in hymns.
But, the heavenly bird he speaks no more. And when the empire falls we’ll all rebuild the walls while singing fuck, buy, kill. Create, maintain, destroy! And when the furies appear, bow in respect and fear. To the torches and whips. It’s the Delphic Syllabys, perched above the abyss. Apollo whispers a hint. Pythia favors your war but warns that one day you’ll fail and your capital will burn. What an artist Rome loses in me. We must flee indeed, but of our own hand. Have I played my part well? Then applaud as I leave. This comedy is done!
Open the Gates of Hell. Purify me in Fire.
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123 Words
04:20
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Destroy the language, control the people. Destroy the free will. Kill! Occult the logos, distort the ethos, kill off the pathos. Kill! Two plus two sometimes is five. Thoughtcrime is death, at least in His eye. Destroy the language, control the people. Control! It came in threes, the fates they weave, our destiny.
Imagine for a moment, that the reality you see is not reality at all. At best it’s a reconstruction. Information bombards your five senses and enters your brain as billions of units of data, where it mixes with all previous experiences and all preconceived notions. Just before being filtered by your perception. And this becomes your reality. Now, thousands of years ago the ruling groups of all empires discovered that by changing someone's environment, then altering the information received by the senses, that they could control perception, and therefore reality. And since the dawn of civilization the main vehicle for this control has been language. And through this, the Fallen One has weaved the fate of many a soul…
And as Big Brother gazed upon me from the cracked and crooked wall, I had the sense that he could see into my soul. So I climbed that staircase well aware of my ultimate fate. For thoughtcrime does not entail death, it is Death. It’s too late.
This is the war on truth and light!
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Catch-22
05:20
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Drop the MOAB. Feel the heat. Send in the drones. Bomb them into dust. Kill the insurgents, kill the terrorists. Bomb the villages, plant the opium. Pray for me, fait accompli. Forgive me, I burn. First, marked by the woodman. Then, scythed by the farmer. Watched over by Cronus. Create another martyr. Seven forty sevens demolish the symbol. Synchronize your watches, time is 9:11. Pray for my empty soul. I’ve done things that can never be known. I’ve killed millions, and stolen widows homes. Pray for god cuz he can’t help you from above his throne.
I Am Reality. I paint what you perceive. I Am Reality.
Raise Pandora, torture Prometheus. Pray for me, fait accompli, forgive me, I burn. Send the bird to feed upon his liver every single night. Take from them the light and hide it far away forever. Fill the clip and let it rip until we’ve stamped it out. Fill the sky with fire, block the sun with a hundred million bombs. Burn. Once they crawl from out their holes create another dark age. Sacrifice them once a month and tell them this is God’s way. Pervert His teachings, tell them they’re the reason that there is a hell. We’ll cut them down and mow them down, create another hell on earth. Burn.
Though my dear the end is near, now we have nothing to fear. They rewrite the past so clear.
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Room 101
03:00
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Death and fear in 101. What’s inside Room 101, he asked. It is everything you fear most in the world. Nineteen men, four planes. Remember the Maine. Swine flu, Ebola, terrorism. No Don’t do it!
Fuck, buy, kill!
Don’t do it to me, do it to Julia. And in the last moment, as he gazed into O'brien's eye. He realized his love for Big Brother before he died. You fled to steal the light. Such folly to think they’d give it up without a fight. You gave us fire and sight. Now they torture you, every day and night. Now the world’s gone dark. In flames and ashes lie our reason for life. I’ve seen the horrors of a god so jealous who sells us this pack of lies.
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