I\'m having visions of a one world religion,
Most of us locked up in a hi-tech prison,
Sheep to slaughter and some went missin\'.
Observe the traumatising and turbulent times,
I feel faith but anger, can only write out my rhymes,
A new world order where most wear barcode lines.
Flat out refusing to take the beast\'s mark,
Most are droned out and feeling stark,
Light shall illuminate secrets kept in the dark.