The rifle in the room is a phantom on the screen,
A scripted tragedy to keep the subjects clean.
They trade on blood and the tears of the young,
While the song of our freedom is being unsung.
A medicated child in a hollowed-out state,
A victim of the system, a puppet of fate!
SSRIs and the MK ghost,
Feeding on the souls that need mercy the most!
The shooters are shadows, the patterns are clear,
A strategy of tension and engineered fear!
The pharmaceutical veil and the media spin,
They blame the steel for the heart’s own sin!
Gun-free zones are just target-rich floors,
While the wolves are the ones who are guarding the doors!
SHALL NOT BE INFRINGED! THE LINE IN THE SAND!
WE WON’T BE DISARMED BY A TREACHEROUS HAND!
GUNS DON’T KILL PEOPLE! THE SYSTEM BREEDS HATE!
EXPOSE THE ARCHITECTS BEYOND THE GATE!
Ninety-five percent are a pharmaceutical blur,
A chemical cocktail where the violence occurs!
The UN is knocking, the globalists wait,
To strip every citizen inside of the gate!
Criminals laugh at the laws that you sign,
While the law-abiding are the ones in the line!
SHALL NOT BE INFRINGED! THE LINE IN THE SAND!
WE WON’T BE DISARMED BY A TREACHEROUS HAND!
EXPOSE THE ARCHITECTS BEYOND THE GATE!
“The Second Amendment is the final lock on the door.
Do not comply.”