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Control of mass, generate slaves.
Preaching the lies over the world to harvest
chaos, hiding the truth, twisting the knife inside the open wound. Massive attack to subconcious makes human tools. Now hate rules and chaos rise, (this is the game). Who can find the truth, when all of us are confronted?
this is the way to serve to preachers of lies. Confounded minds are the best place to put
the doubt, it makes us stagnt and loose the way and then we are tools.
Sistematic and automatic is the attitude, the human is like a little piece (on a mechanism)
Who can find the truth, when all of us are confronted? this is the way to serve to preachers of lies.
Human tool. Confounded minds are the best
place to put the doubt, it makes us stagnt and loose the way and then we are
tools. Sistematic and automatic is the attitude, the human is like a little piece (on a mechanism)
Who can find the truth when all of us are confronted?
this is the way to serve to preachers of lies. Lies! Lies! Lies!
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