THE WAR ON….

The war on drugs The war on communisme The war on iraqThe war on terror Genocide of gazaWho profitsTake this beef all the way back to OppenheimerThey call it warfare, but your wars aren’t fairIf they were there’d be suicide bombers in Arms FairsOn a scam for the funds, they will mangle your sonIf you try to speak out, they will stamp on your tongueTo your land they will come ’till you stand up as oneIt’s begun – lowkey ITS ALL lIESHatred begets Hatred Violence begets Violence Terrorism begets terrorism And and eye for and eye will blind the whole world

but…

An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind,Violence begets Violence Hatred begets Hatred Terrorism begets Terrorism Past atrocities should never allow Impunity Hypocrisy it bothers me

Dieu à Aussi inventé la merde

WrecjlessReckless masssixism drives self destructive and burned every bridgeCage the madness and mix the method You literally know nothing. Prove you existYou’re alone in thisIf i rage againt the machine i wanna clean the germs out the circuitry Data = intelligence The most valuable commodity in the world nowWe never even knewWe never even had a clueWe let our data thru Now do do doRace race FatFatLying clownsAll just coked up rich boys who think they can run a countryQuoi de neuf??? (Facebook asking me what’s new or whats up in the lingo bingo)Let me explain my bio in English and add some thoughts.I had to shorten it for my bio because of character limites but never stop asking who really the really “big brother” maybe even, there are many now.We all know well Orwell and his famous 1984.But for me the ending is the saddest, most througt provoking part for me.”He gazed up at the enormous face. Forty years it had taken him to learn what kind of smile was hidden beneath the dark moustache. O cruel, needless misunderstanding! O stubborn, self-willed exile from the loving breast! Two gin-scented tears trickled down the sides of his nose. But it was all right, everything was all right, the struggle was finished. He had won the victory over himself. He loved Big Brother.””Il regarda l’énorme face. Il lui avait fallu quarante ans pour savoir quelle sorte de sourire se cachait sous la moustache noire. Ô cruelle, inutile incompréhension ! Obstiné ! volontairement exilé de la poitrine aimante ! Deux larmes empestées de gin lui coulèrent de chaque côté du nez. Mais il allait bien, tout allait bien.LA LUTTE ÉTAIT TERMINÉE.IL AVAIT REMPORTÉ LA VICTOIRE SUR LUI-MÊME.IL AIMAIT BIG BROTHER.”