The AB Principles of Principals And Breakdowns

What rights do you have?
To lead my life astray?
To tell me that I'm a slav?
To declare me everyday?

What right do I have?
To let you know you're wrong?
To birth a herd of pleasing calves?
To sing a New Found song?

What government are you for?
Is that in the book?
Is it really? Are you sure?
I'm sure you didn't Look.

"No hands, and no voting,"
so there can be no crime?
What about my quoting?
Voltaire- just in time!

They're pagan but don't know it
"Heliocentric son."
They pretend to be superior.
"Dagon fishermen 'till we gun."

Thousand dollar bullets,
sand dollars on the beach,
at least the ocean's printing,
and Clinton was impeached.

You changed the course of history,
but time remains the same.
The sand has all but fallen,
it's strewn where I won't strain.

Say "the Midwest is golden,"
Wheat and grains of sand,
the Bible belt is Holy?
Poorest in all the land!

Don't look where I'm not going,
won't go where you won't look,
third eyes are amazing,
two microwaves won't cook.

"shot the sun!" they're claiming,
the land is now all-in theirs.
"It's an orchard of extortion!"
"Come and buy some pairs!"

Black Jack is on the table,
he's drunk and twisting bout.
He anted up but busted,
abortion for the doubt.

By two and four they're leaving,
and falling on the trees.
I'd love some Constitution,
"-the hemp paper deed?"

But treasuries won't print em,
"too many on the spot!"
Gold and silver left them,
"your wisdom's all they got!"

"Don't leave! Get out! Stay please?!"
They're shouting on the vine.
Your insides are so rotten,
replace them all with whine?

Backbiting Sagittarius,
star signs from above!
They really, really hate you,
but want to show you some love!

Propensity isn't margin,
but buying on a whim.
Been losing crypt and crypto,
All to play again!

Bow your heads one time, please.
Say a solemn word.
"Back to the fields and plowing!"
"that revelation is absurd."

"Freedom ain't been fought for!"
didn't earn your place.
Sit down at your own table.
"Your life is a disgrace!"

"What Jesus done 'ben died for?"
An elementary man!
"A scholar done had sold him!"
Better fill the can.

The bums have all been blistered,
the crack is on the rise.
The government prints dollars,
and tans the southerns dry.

It's absolutely madness,
but we call it like it is!
"That's politics, don't like it?
give my boot a kiss!"

"America? They love her!"
"-Absolutely not!"
"-But she's got gun powder!"
"-and hookers can be bought!"

The world is ever sinking,
round and round it goes.
The blackened son is inking,
but can't afford to close!

What a dreamy nightmare!
"Wealth is on the rise!"
No, it's a tsunami,
Radioactive surmise.

But what about The Gulf?
"The oil is there too!"
"Iraq, and Iraqi's?"
"Mexico- it leaked through!"

Vegetation dying,
dolphins in the skies.
They have to jump or billow,
clouds before your eyes.

The façade isn't missing,
it's right inside your guise,
your million dollar mansion,
no place left to hide.

America is dreaming,
but woke up with her pies.
The husbands all are angry,
"no more of these white lies!"

Uncle Sam is hateful,
but lacks upon the list.
The housing prices dropping-
too busy to shake a fist.

The ever churning scramble!
be nice, don't say pi--ed
the mathematicians crying,
the last of all to miss.

Armageddon wars-,
and proxies all the same,
put syntax in your taxes,
or pay the fines Again!

"Still you go on living?"
What a mortal bout!
"We'll sink your stupid ship then!"
Walk on water without doubt!

Jerusalem's the center,
time and time again.
I'd really like to go and die there,
oblige me without clout?

"Truth bombs," they say are dropping,
most treasonous of sins,
"your death is all that can pay this-
the ultimate organic cleanse."

"I'd hate to make you dirty,
I really, really, would.
But I've got to speak the truth here,
you should treat me really good."

"Heresy and hearsay,
one all-in the same,
unless we're the ones that heard it,
or you'll just take the blame."

Transfers all in banking?
Your karma has just bounced.
Your credit card is yanking-
at your civil-house trans clowns.

The underlying madness
has all but run it's course,
the only way left is up,
you'll end it in divorce.

"She's altogether holy,"
well, or two, or three.
but those last few guys were gentile,
but she's not- as you will see!

"Not altogether leaving?"
"We must freeze what he could be!"
The blackened one is burning,
her porn-o-graph-y!

The charts are saying downward,
but trending is in bliss.
Twitter says it's alright,
and the Bible hates your kids.

But faces on a wall
have never said as much
as one old Declaration,
And a single shot, and such.

But the teabaggers are buying
their Koch-and-Col-allah!
their ends on one big drawback,
a plastic Pepsi straw!

It's all so important!
"Who could get it done?!"
the media is playing!
Your minds are so much fun!

The instruments are breaking,
And Vegas was a game.
The Bitcoin is in theory
the perfect crime and shame.

The twelve are not random
but computation makes a guess.
Artificial intelligence;
one big zero: end all {giant mess}.

America the beautiful,
she's cramming all the cards.
But her hand is full of jokers,
and her men are all in shards!

"One more time?"
"The last hurrah!"
"One good spin!"
If you lose your eternal soul- just call it mortal sin!