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The quiet war has begun with silent weapons And the new slavery is to keep the people poor and stupid "Novus Ordo Seclorum" How can there be any logic in biological war? We all know this is wrong But the New World Order's beating down the door Oh something needs to be done There was a king, an evil king Who dreamt the wickedest of dreams An ancient mystery, no prophet could interpret Of seven years of famine The wolf is at my door as predicted years ago That that was, that is, that is no more The word predicts the future and tells the truth about the past Of how the world leaders will hail the new Pharaoh The eighth false king to the throne Washington is next! Disengage their minds, sabotage their health Promote sex and war, and violence in the kindergardens Blame the parents and teachers; It's their fault, "Annuit Coeptis" Attack the church dynamic, attack the family Keep the public undisciplined till nothing left is sacred And the "have-nots" get hooked And have to go to the "haves" just to cop a fix I am the king, an evil king Who dreams the wickedest of dreams An ancient mystery, nobody could interpret Of seven empires falling The wolf is at my door as predicted years ago That that was, that is, that is no more The word predicts my future and tells the truth about my past Of how the world's leaders are waiting to usher in The eighth world power of modern Rome Washington is next! There was a king, an evil king Who dreamt the wickedest of dreams An ancient mystery, no prophet could interpret Of seven empires falling The wolf is at my door as predicted years ago That that was, that is, that is no more I am a king And I dream the wildest dreams And nobody could interpret Seven empires falling The wolf is at my door Oh, that that was, that is, that is no more There's something at my door Some ancient mystery The future tells the truth about the past And I'm the eighth false king to the throne I've got you in my crosshairs Now, ain't that a bitch? Washington, you're next!
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