Broken Soul

Life all makes sense to me now
all of my troubles and obstacles
designed by a few elite a**holes
who hold the key to my broken soul

When I allowed myself to see the truth of this age
I see how you manipulate my mind, and
disregard my life like you erase the letters off a written page

The disease of your power
infiltrates the actions of the ignorant;
the impact of your lust and greed makes
confusion and hatred run rampant

Your imprint of deception, lies, and falsehoods
from the will of your dark hearts that are so cold
has left me torn, searching for what could
mend my broken soul

My broken soul has no place to go
can’t change what I now know,
my broken soul

Travesties beset by your government
in the name of justice
for civil liberties that you have pulled out from under our feet
to increase control over us

Your twisted religions
made of wicked devices named belief and faith,
the amble to chaos and confusion,
so we never find the truth that awaits
us all

Your colorblind, modern day slavery
bound by the lines of federal money supply
driven by incurable, massive debt societies
of central banks, interest rates, taxes, and empty treasury

Your imprint of deception, lies, and falsehoods
from the will of dark hearts, so cold
has left me crying for what could
mend my broken soul

By the end of this age
as the man with the bucket of water arrives
your rule, your rage
will meet its demise

When people stop believing, stop having faith
and start to realize and trust, that which they already know
your power will be useless
and you will be overthrown

When your wretched tools of mass media hysteria
and the solemn impact of your crippling wars
all turn against you

the sleeping Spirits will have awaken
anxious to return you back to the darkness from which you came

The Universe will have restored Love to the people,
who will realize, actualize, and energize their Spirits,
putting comfort and strength back into our hearts
to mend all of our broken souls
and give us the dawn of a
new experience