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"I'm not gonna lie… I wrote and read all this shit… and I'm kinda f*cked up!" — Tom Jensen
"I'm not gonna lie… I wrote and read all this shit… and I'm kinda f*cked up!" — Tom Jensen
Always Moving
by Tom Jensen
Ionly free my mindwhenit's closing timeIonly find my way homewhenI am truly aloneTheonly doors openArethe onesIcan't slam shutTheonly lessonI'veyet to learnIsthat enough is enoughIalways findmyselfmovingButit's not always upTheonly piece of mindIever findIslying on the floorandyeah that's toughNothis is notanotherfictionSofar, far from a fableI'msimply biding my timeForas long,aslong as I am ableButdon't get me wrongI'dnever sell myself shortI'dbe the man with the gavelIfthe world was a courtInanother timeOnanother dayThingsmight not haveBeenthis wayButwhen I woke upIput on my shoesCameto this conclusionWeall gotta pay our duesButjust what devicedoyou useTomeasure wasted time?Andjust whomadethe laddersWe'resupposed to climb?Iguess that's just partofthe great mysteryTheRubik's cubewemust all unfoldSomethingaccidentallydeletedWhenthey werewritinghistoryJustanother pieceofpaper discardedAsthey were walkingdownthe road
End Game
by Tom Jensen
DowJones fell down so hard he can’t get up todayJustpart of their plan, easier for them that wayHappinessto them is when only one percent does okayForus ninety-nine others just stand in their wayThepennies your grandmother saved ain’t worth nothing nowUnpaidtaxes were due so they’re taking her houseMovingmen came for her stuff the cops threw her outCanyou expect to be next - oh, there’s little doubtThere'reeyes in the sky you can’t see that are watching youAndbig brother is like Santa Claus and it knows what you doTosome it’s a surprise while others know it’s trueTVsfull of lies because Yeah, they own that, tooTheNew World Order’s rapidly gaining controlGlobaldomination is their only goalTheirmaster plan, their end gameGowatch Alex JonesOnepress of the buttonandthey can turn off your soulBilderberg’sthe puppet masterThatpulls the stringsCausingorganized chaos and disasterstomake themselves kingsThey'vebeen getting there fasterwhilecollecting their diamond ringsAsParis just got plasteredafterthey took everythingOnecard, one chip, one lone voicethattells you what to doOnefalse step, one wrong moveandthey’ll be coming after youListenclosely wait for it…herecomes the plot twist:Ouronly real fear are these global economic terroristsAndwhen they hear this they’ll add my name to their listThespreading of information, oh yeah, they fear thisBecauseonly when the people know can they resistButit will take more than silent protestMotherswill cry, many will die yet still we must tryYes,it is pure evil that lingers in our midstTogetherwe may stand…Togetherwe could fall…Buttogether we can form a fist
Rage
by Tom Jensen
Rage…It’ssurely cardinal if not primalSeemsalmost medievalandduring struggles for survivalWhenfocused it is unmatchedandperhaps even unequalledInthe proper handswhenit’s well-harnessedIt’ssecond to loveinhaving the greatest of powersHoweverwith each useitssharpness becomes bluntedAsit loses its precious precisenessOnceit becomes too tarnishedWhensuddenly many become harmedItis sure cause for panicked alarmSoyou must first confine itHencejust to contain itFindout what provokes itForonce rechanneledYoucan then re-aim it…Awayfrom family and friendsAndthose who stand beside youAtthe very least just make sureThatthey’re not standing in front of youButare far safely behind you…Forwhen you rage out in great angerAllin your path is subject to grave dangerEveryonefrom cherished loved onesTocomplete and total strangers