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A voice of one crying

out in the wilderness.
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Come you masters of war, You that build the big guns. You that build the death planes, You that build all the bombs. You that hide behind walls, You that hide behind desks. I just want you to know, I can see through your masks. You that never done nothin', But build to destroy. You play with my world, Like it's your little toy. You put a gun in my hand, And you hide from my eyes. And you turn and run farther, When the fast bullets fly. Like Judas of old, You lie and deceive. A world war can be won, You want me to believe. But I see through your eyes, And I see through your brain. Like I see through the water, That runs down my drain. You fasten all the triggers, For the others to fire. Then you sit back and watch, When the death count gets higher. You hide in your mansion, While the young people's blood. Flows out of their bodies, And is buried in the mud. You've thrown the worst fear, That can ever be hurled. Fear to bring children, Into the world. For threatening my baby, Unborn and unnamed. You ain't worth the blood, That runs in your veins. How much do I know, To talk out of turn. You might say that I'm young, You might say I'm unlearned. But there's one thing I know, Though I'm younger than you. That even Jesus would never, Forgive what you do. Let me ask you one question, Is your money that good? Will it buy you forgiveness, Do you think that it could? I think you will find, When your death takes its toll. All the money you made, Will never buy back your soul. And I hope that you die, And your death'll come soon. I will follow your casket, By the pale afternoon. And I'll watch while you're lowered, Down to your deathbed. And I'll stand o'er your grave, 'Til I'm sure that you're dead.
(Masters of War, Bob Dylan)
Dust In The Wind ..."For dust thou art, and into dust thou shalt return!" (Genesis 3:19)
I close my eyes only for a moment, and the moment's gone
All my dreams pass before my eyes, a curiosity
Dust in the wind, all they are is dust in the wind

Same old song, just a drop of water in an endless sea
All we do crumbles to the ground, though we refuse to see
Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind
Don't hang on, nothing lasts forever but the earth and sky
It slips away, and all your money won't another minute buy

Dust in the wind, all we are is dust in the wind (all we are is dust in the wind)
Dust in the wind (everything is dust in the wind), everything is dust in the wind (the wind)
Silent Running (On Dangerous Ground)
Can you hear me, can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?
Take the children and yourself
And hide out in the cellar
By now the fighting will be close at hand
Don't believe the church and state
And everything they tell you

Believe in me, I'm with the high command
Can you hear me, can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?
Can you hear me, can you hear me running?
Can you hear me running, can you hear me calling you?
There's a gun and ammunition
Just inside the doorway
Use it only in emergency
Better you should pray to God
The Father, Son, and Spirit

Will guide you and protect ya from up here
Swear allegiance to the flag
Whatever flag they offer
Never hint at what you really feel
Teach the children quietly
For some day sons and daughters
Will rise up and fight while we stood still
Secret Agent Man (CIA)
There's a man who leads a life of danger
To everyone he meets he stays a stranger
With every move he makes another chance he takes
Odds are he won't live to see tomorrow
Chorus: Secret agent man, secret agent man
They've given you a number and taken away your name
Beware of pretty faces that you find
A pretty face can hide an evil mind
Ah, be careful what you say
Or you'll give yourself away
Odds are you won't live to see tomorrow
Swingin' on the Riviera one day
And then layin' in the Bombay alley next day
Oh no, you let the wrong word slip
While kissing persuasive lips
The odds are you won't live to see tomorrow
The Seventh Son (The Antichrist?)
Everybody talkin' 'bout the seventh son
In the whole wide world there is only one
Chorus: And I'm the one, I'm the one
I'm the one, I'm the one
The one they call the seventh son
I can tell your future, it will come to pass
I can do things to you make your heart feel glad
Look in the sky, predict the rain
Tell when a woman's got another man
I can talk these words that will sound so sweet
They will even make your little heart skip a beat
Heal the sick, raise the dead
Make the little girls talk outta their heads
I can talk these words that will sound so sweet
They will even make your little heart skip a beat
Heal the sick, raise the dead
And make the little girls talk outta their heads
One Tin Soldier (The Legend of Billy Jack)
Listen, children, to a story
That was written long ago,
'Bout a kingdom on a mountain
And the valley-folk below.

On the mountain was a treasure
Buried deep beneath the stone,
And the valley-people swore
They'd have it for their very own.
Go ahead and hate your neighbor,
Go ahead and cheat a friend.
Do it in the name of Heaven,
You can justify it in the end.
There won't be any trumpets blowing
Come the judgement day,
On the bloody morning after....
One tin soldier rides away.
So the people of the valley
Sent a message up the hill,
Asking for the buried treasure,
Tons of gold for which they'd kill.

Came an answer from the kingdom,
"With our brothers we will share
All the secrets of our mountain,
All the riches buried there." (Chorus)
Now the valley cried with anger,
"Mount your horses! Draw your sword!"
And they killed the mountain-people,
So they won their just reward.

Now they stood beside the treasure,
On the mountain, dark and red.
Turned the stone and looked beneath it...
"Peace on Earth" was all it said. (Chorus)
American Pie (The Day the Music Died)
A long, long time ago, I can still remember how that music used to make me smile. And I knew if I had my chance, That I could make those people dance. And maybe they'd be happy for a while. But February made me shiver, With every paper I'd deliver. Bad news on the doorstep, I couldn't take one more step. I can't remember if I cried, When I read about his widowed bride. But something touched me deep inside, The day the music died. So, Chorus: bye, bye, Miss American Pie. Drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry, And them good ole boys were drinking whiskey 'n rye, Singin' this'll be the day that I die. This'll be the day that I die. Did you write the book of love, And do you have faith in God above, If the Bible tells you so? Now do you believe in rock and roll? Can music save your mortal soul? And can you teach me how to dance real slow? Well, I know that you're in love with him, 'Cause I saw you dancin' in the gym. You both kicked off your shoes, Man, I dig those rhythm and blues. I was a lonely teenage broncin' buck, With a pink carnation and a pickup truck. But I knew I was out of luck, The day the music died. I started singin' (Chorus) Now for ten years we've been on our own, And moss grows fat on a rollin' stone. But that's not how it used to be. When the jester sang for the king and queen, In a coat he borrowed from James Dean, And a voice that came from you and me. Oh, and while the king was looking down, The jester stole his thorny crown. The courtroom was adjourned. No verdict was returned. And while Lenin read a book on Marx, The quartet practiced in the park, And we sang dirges in the dark, The day the music died. We were singin' (Chorus) Helter skelter in a summer swelter. The birds flew off with a fallout shelter. Eight miles high and falling fast, It landed foul on the grass. The players tried for a forward pass, With the jester on the sidelines in a cast. Now the halftime air was sweet perfume, While the sergeants played a marching tune. We all got up to dance, Oh, but we never got the chance. 'Cause the players tried to take the field, The marching band refused to yield. Do you recall what was revealed, The day the music died? We started singin' (Chorus) Oh, and there we were all in one place. A generation lost in space, With no time left to start again. So come on, Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candlestick, 'Cause fire is the devil's only friend. Oh, and as I watched him on the stage, My hands were clenched in fists of rage. No angel born in Hell, Could break that Satan's spell. And as the flames climbed high into the night, To light the sacrificial rite, I saw Satan laughing with delight, The day the music died. He was singin' (Chorus) I met a girl who sang the blues, And I asked her for some happy news, But she just smiled and turned away. I went down to the sacred store, Where I'd heard the music years before, But the man there said the music wouldn't play. And in the streets, the children screamed. The lovers cried and the poets dreamed. But not a word was spoken. The church bells all were broken. And the three Men I admire most, The Father, Son and the Holy Ghost, They caught the last train for the coast, The day the music died. And they were singin' (Chorus)

My Story: I was an altar boy for 12 years--during grade school and high school. The first house that my parents bought, when I was four, was possessed by demons. Six years later, we finally moved and got away from it. My mother was a devout Catholic. It was her faith and strength that got us through it. The demons manifested themselves visually and audibly, moving furniture and throwing objects around the house and against the walls. The living room was rectangular. At one end was a built-in bookcase and at the other end there was a couch against the kitchen wall. One time a statue of the Praying Hands was thrown from the bookcase all the way onto the floor in front of the couch, landing with a loud bang. I remember the three of us running, me down from upstairs and them from the kitchen, to see what had happened. Our parish priest blessed us and the house many times. Thus began my interest in the Luciferian Conspiracy. I am in need of financial help for living expenses, to keep my website up and running, and to continue my battle with the New World Order. Please Donate. Free Gift with Your Donation.
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