I stand on trial before the gods on Judgement Day A blink of an eye between the cradle and the grave One last look at visions of flesh, the last best hope of man on the earth Pontius Pilate, still washing his hands The world don't want to be saved, only left alone
Elysian fields, we are storming the heavens Elysian fields, we raise the swords and shields Elysian fields, we ascend to our destiny Elysian fields, to the Elysian fields
Soaring to the Sun With blood upon their wings Superstitious dust left twisting in the wind Man still has one belief: one decree that stands alone The laying down of arms is like cancer to their bones
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The brother will probably be found out in the woods rolled up in an old carpet with four fresh gunshot holes in his back and then get labeled by CNN as a suicide.
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What's funny is it doesn't even matter if there's a cackling hag on the ticket. With the rigged elections and all the election meddlers in fake news and social media, your vote doesn't even mean anything. Like Trump said, the only way to beat these globalist pieces of shit is to flood the voting system with Trump votes, in such a huge way that they can't even generate enough manpower and fake ballots to rig it.
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