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Blood, Green & Autonomy [A Real Look At Modern Global Society]

By: Carlton A. Armistad

By Andrew LittlePublished 2 months ago 1 min read
'Artwork featured courtesy of Steve Sabella FB's Artist Page, 10.01.2009'

Verse 1.

Humans, that's what we call ourselves, who We pretend to be

Murderous carnivores in truth, accounts for the savageries that will ensue

See the World green and lush as it is, comes with a few caveats

Born blue & pure, guarantees a score in everywhere and anywhere you can see

Green can be see from coast to coast and power accompanies green while chewing on toast

Verse 2.

The now is a sketchy terrain, and feeding time is upon Us all

Landscape is shifting, with the millions of Bodies drifting

Sifting through the layers of global initiatives designed to change and re-arrange

All that is out there .... All that's meant to have the world in fear, sure

It's not even masked anymore, their actions, plans laid out for all to see

Raping the land, breaking the man and the Slavery goes on and on .... and on

Verse 3.

Red, ruby red and running through every city

White as the lactating milk from a new mother's titty

Sucked dry to feed the need of the battery babies and their dreams

Screams, so loud you can hear them strengthen the Oceans and oceans of Blood

Bodies and piles of failures generated by greedy signatures

Billions of Pounds' devouring Trillions of Dollars, with not a single word said

To the wives burying their Husbands, daughters as sons witnessed the systematic slaughters

Because what else will power this gargantuan Machine stripping Humanity bone clean.

Verse 4.

Flat screens installed to watch the great fall of Everything that is Human

Iphones and Tablets and every digital asset show the value we place on life

Automated and educated to be marginalized and desecrated until the Metal Ones begin the next Age

Setting the stage for an Armageddon, with an Orange Man leading a Red, White & Blue Grass Band

Thinking this isn't the Great End, expecting Fire to quench water and not have the after-taste of Humanity's suicide

Rage, rage against the Machine, stripping Humanity until its bone clean of all that makes Us unique...original

Out in public, let them with eyes see the leap of leaps that once made, and its only in a few decades

Sees us All become Artificial.


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About the Creator

Andrew Little

Carlton A. Armistad is the pseudonym for Andrew R. Little. I prefer writing under this as it allows me to look at any body of work I complete separate to my personal day-to-existence, and safeguards my relationships and family.

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