Judge, Jury, and Executioner
They say that it's a message from god, their savior...
Who let this destiny manifest itself on our Nature?
Spreading a nation of misplaced common world hatred.
Now we should teach 'em what it really means to honor the sacred.
But how? For their sake, red skin savages are animals.
We were here first... Yet the Spirit search says the damage would be tangible.
If they attack us, just push back until its manageable...
But if they ask for help, it can't be held against 'em, still, this Land isn't owned.
They act like they hold the deeds to the Planet, well, see, they sorta do...
only the bad ones... It's sad, but, honestly, the Eagles had warned us too.
With feathers inflamed, we felt the weather had changed the form of truth.
Shit, we should've scalped 'em all the minute they came this fall and stormed our youth.
Quick, the shock stings loud. Boomsticks, the shots ring out.
So soon, bricks, and plots stringed round... We can not sing now.
Shattered lives once humble bring battle cries and trouble.
Yet they stumble with starvation... Mumbling "our nation."
It's awful, we know not how to be vengeful except when prodded.
Taught all these oppressors to grow crops when their plot's dead.
Hot headed... They got fed... Now they're feedin us lies.
These holy men seem godless while they're preachin divine knowledge.
It'd be dark days for these white, fire tongued snakes tryin to find water.
Prime targets for Nature to reclaim in the name of our Sky Fathers.
So why bother with humanitarian aide of these men?
Maybe... because the Earth Mother showed us that All Creatures...
...even the evil aryans are sacred to Them.
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