ECONOMICAL+PANDEMICAL+DECLASS-ATTEMPTED COUP. THE BRITISH ROGUE EMPIRE STILL BREATHES IN THE SWAMP

Wednesday, April 12, 2017

EVE OF DESTRUCTION. THERE IS NO FREEDOM WITHIN THE STRANGLEHOLD OF THE CENTRAL "FEDERAL RESERVE" PONZI BANKING SCHEME.


FREEDOM TRANSLATES TO BEING FREE  FROM 

THE CENTRAL “FEDERAL RESERVE”

 UNCONSTITUTIONAL BANKING AND FISA-

GOVERNANCE SCHEME. MOST COUNTRIES FALL

 UNDER THE STRANGLEHOLD OF THE CENTRAL 

BANK SCHEME AND THEY ARE NOT FREE 

COUNTRIES WHEN AND IF THE PEOPLE’S 

TREASURY HAS NO POWER TO ISSUE BALLASTED

 CURRENCIES AND TO DIRECTLY RECEIVE ALL

TAXES.  THERE ARE RARE EXCEPTIONS, RUSSIA, N.KOREA AND IRAN. (2017.4.12.)




The eastern world, it is explodin',
Violence flarin', bullets loadin',
You're old enough to kill but not for votin',
You don't believe in war, but what's that gun you're totin',
And even the Jordan river has bodies floatin',
But you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Don't you understand, what I'm trying to say?
And can't you feel the fears I'm feeling today?
If the button is pushed, there's no running away,
There'll be no one to save with the world in a grave,
Take a look around you, boy, it's bound to scare you, boy,
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Yeah, my blood's so mad, feels like coagulatin',
I'm sittin' here, just contemplatin',
I can't twist the truth, it knows no regulation,
Handful of Senators don't pass legislation,
And marches alone can't bring integration,
When human respect is disintegratin',
This whole crazy world is just too frustratin',
And you tell me over and over and over again my friend,
Ah, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Think of all the hate there is in Red China!
Then take a look around to Selma, Alabama!
Ah, you may leave here, for four days in space,
But when your return, it's the same old place,
The poundin' of the drums, the pride and disgrace,
You can bury your dead, but don't leave a trace,
Hate your next door neighbor, but don't forget to say grace,
And you tell me over and over and over and over again my friend,
You don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
No, no, you don't believe we're on the eve of destruction.
Written by P. F. Sloan • Copyright © Universal Music Publishing Group

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