Title: The Puppets of the Power - The Global Betrayal, Part 1]

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[Title: The Puppets of the Power - The Global Betrayal, Part 1]

[Verse 1]
Inside the Washingtonian blocks, behind a velvet screen,
The trust directors papered down the major export scene.
The leader named Roosevelt rose up to sign the lease,
To push the secret columns out and compromise the peace.
The partner George C. Marshall wrote the quotas on the floor,
To structure the industrial grids and run the mandate war.
The Vatican, the Bank, the Crown worked synchronously as one,
To ready the logistics net before the race was won!

[Verse 2]
The international merchants and the managers of the square,
Calculated the industrial funds while climbing up the stair.
The house of Rothschild inside London drew the inner line,
To buy the central property and block the light divine.
The agent Henry Stimson papered down the rules by text,
A magnificent mechanical power that the raw production annexed.
They didn't see the layout of the triple corporate net,
That used the staged world interventions just to draw the ledger and collect!

[Verse 3]
The operator Jesse Jones controlled the central bank,
To camouflage the liquidation while the iron columns sank.
The managers of state accounts controlled the local press,
To contaminate the legal codes and maintain the long distress.
The living witnesses today still look back at the frame,
How every single government has played the lying game.
The columns marched by thousands through the dust and through the mud,
While the system ran the numbers on the cost of human blood!

[Chorus]
The puppet theater is truly closing now,
the curtain falls and they stand exposed,
No more strings and no more crowns,
We watch with our Hands raised high,
And see them standing in the full light...

Seventy-two million souls WILL be sacrificed and slain,
While every single government protected its own gain.
They broke their solemn duty to the crowd,
But we have no masters on this sovereign land,
And no wooden director commands this living hand

Born in Freedom,
And in Freedom,
we will live on ..

[Outro]
The golden altars turn to lead, the ancient crowns will rust,
The manufactured empires will crumble into dust.
There was no PRIDE On there side, 
just greed so they choose to lock their mind!

God says: Your Body is MY Temple
And no wooden master commands this living heart.
Born in Freedom,
And in Freedom,
we will live on ..

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[Title: The Puppets of the Power - The Global Betrayal, Part 1] [Verse 1] Inside the Washingtonian blocks, behind a velvet screen, The trust directors papered down the major export scene. The leader named Roosevelt rose up to sign the lease, To push the secret columns out and compromise the peace. The partner George C. Marshall wrote the quotas on the floor, To structure the industrial grids and run the mandate war. The Vatican, the Bank, the Crown worked synchronously as one, To ready the logistics net before the race was won! [Verse 2] The international merchants and the managers of the square, Calculated the industrial funds while climbing up the stair. The house of Rothschild inside London drew the inner line, To buy the central property and block the light divine. The agent Henry Stimson papered down the rules by text, A magnificent mechanical power that the raw production annexed. They didn't see the layout of the triple corporate net, That used the staged world interventions just to draw the ledger and collect! [Verse 3] The operator Jesse Jones controlled the central bank, To camouflage the liquidation while the iron columns sank. The managers of state accounts controlled the local press, To contaminate the legal codes and maintain the long distress. The living witnesses today still look back at the frame, How every single government has played the lying game. The columns marched by thousands through the dust and through the mud, While the system ran the numbers on the cost of human blood! [Chorus] The puppet theater is truly closing now, the curtain falls and they stand exposed, No more strings and no more crowns, We watch with our Hands raised high, And see them standing in the full light... Seventy-two million souls WILL be sacrificed and slain, While every single government protected its own gain. They broke their solemn duty to the crowd, But we have no masters on this sovereign land, And no wooden director commands this living hand Born in Freedom, And in Freedom, we will live on .. [Outro] The golden altars turn to lead, the ancient crowns will rust, The manufactured empires will crumble into dust. There was no PRIDE On there side, just greed so they choose to lock their mind! God says: Your Body is MY Temple And no wooden master commands this living heart. Born in Freedom, And in Freedom, we will live on ..

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