"History is repetition" - DSE

Black powder floods into your airways,

the smell of death is now in sight,

Artillery like stars in the sky,

floods through the dark night,

as the spark ignites the reaper,

men who fought had a dream,

the story of their bravery,

is what we've forgotten it seems.

The bars under the deck,

Sir francis holds the Key,

Those soldiers held by their captors,

had one thought and for their dream,

“Francis, say francis, tell us where is the flag?”

“The flag is still standing through bombardments of frags”

A modern day era information now on deck,

see life through a monicle we played monopoly not chess,

The sheep push the black wool out,

not knowing they would be next,

trading liberty for security,

you deserve neither, at best.

The drums of the media,

sing the songs of a bird,

a tune from a mockingbird as anger spins and it swirls,

There was research on our mind,

our spirit through the herd,

you can alter ones thoughts,

through repetition of words

Era where truth be told lies,

and lies be told truth,

we teach hate with the venom,

to our children and soon,

they don't like their looks,

they don't like their friends,

they're told we're not all of gods children,

not equally descent.

A president of separation,

he speaks in forked tongues,

he promises a great future,

but he promises only for some,

his son is a eater of children,

or more like a baphomet's son,

But these days keep getting darker,

in the black hole of the sun,

These kids treated as cattle,

Google adrenaline On Chrome(tm),

You'll find history that will burn you,

the skull and the bones,

Luciferian ideologies promise,

A new life of it's own,

Teach your children my greatness,

And give me eternally your soul,

For in history it's repetition,

there is evil and good,

For every devil an angel,

A forged document it could,

free men created equal,

for they fought and they died,

I thank them and I thank god,

for my home I reside,

To the tyrants who tread,

may your footsteps be light,

for those men that have died,

in my blood they do hide,

for the fight lives within me,

and within me lives God,

for my death that may follow,

is one that I fear not,

For my lord has spoke to me!

And I gave him my word,

that my soul is for him,

and for him I heed word,

for in history is repetition,

there is evil and good,

for every devil an angel,

our names carved into wood,

we will stand tests of time,

for we are the angel and sword,

from your archangel michael,

we take on the same word,

for tyrants who tread gleefully,

we are in spirit of god,

for our death brings more power,

as your spirits may rot,

for in history, repetition,

there is evil and good,

men like me are born heroes,

angels of greatness in good,

for when you tread lightly,

and your judged at the gates,

soldiers like us rendered heroes,

God will determine your fates.

And for Francis holds keys,

And Americans hold the flags,

But we all hold the bible,

For God and Country,

we will stand.