How can I tell a slave?

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How Can I Tell A Slave?

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How can I tell a slave, there is Freedom?

How can I tell a blind, there is Light?

When never, oh, never, they saw it,

nor heard of man’s God given right?

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A life spent in darkness and shackles.

All life spent in abyss of dark.

How could my slave brother know Freedom,

when life long seen not Sun, nor spark?

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From Orion Nebula acting.

Beyond our ears and eyes.

How can, devastated, a mother,

heal her beloved child, so cries?

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They take hold of our sweet children.

Right after they’re born, get a shot.

In Vatican rush they, with printing,

feet small, as the assets they got!

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And then, your sweet child’s autistic!

If not, he’s allergic to dust!

If not, there are still twenty syndroms,

the parents are hit with a blast!

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Then soon, loud bells ring “Salvation!”

The vaccines! The vaccines are he’!

You’ll die!!! cry all doctors like crazy,

should you smash that cocktail and flee!

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No! Free to be’s not allowed!

No! Slaves wear muzzles on, brave!

Don’t dare to think! they say. Sheeple

stay put under boot – and behave.

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How can I tell slave, there is Freedom?

How can I tell blind, there is Light?

When his DNA is so precious,

and monsters for his blood all fight?

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I call on to Father for rescue!

All brothers to help in our Fight!

In full force to end all enslavement!

Us all to born new in His Light!

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