THROW OUT THE TV

by the Remnant's Resident Poet

Unplug your t.v., reality has become hopelessly blurred

Filling our idle minds with unfettered, psychological turds

Come on blind people, reach in and wake up now

We're being tarred and feathered, like some lazy sow

We've been taken over by witchcraft, mastery of words

Creating mass illusions, fifty years ago unheard

Ever wonder why they call it programming, on today's news

Telling you what and how to think, by dropping magic ques

Once your minds been grabbed as a sweet, innocent child

Your Lucifer's for life, slaying you so mild

He'll hold you in his arms so tight and complete

You'll call him master, daddy, ruler of the high seat

If you only knew, this life is a quick test

To see if you can rule in eternity, as Yahweh's best

More than likely you'll never here this poem of frustration

Because this world is ruled by the satanic nation

Proof is in the pudding, there is demonic inflation

Just look around

Everyone grabbing selfishly, let me expound

T.V. shows, what you're missing out on, Porsches, beer, and sex

Things we've got to buy now, with our American express

Charging up debt as high as it can go

Creating bondage, enslavement everywhere, you know

So this is reality, alchemy slaves we all are

Lucifer has us staring in the magical jar

Massaging the fragile minds of all his kids

Saying you can be a sports star or maybe in show biz

Nothing meaningful about either, but you wouldn't understand

You been soaked too, by Disneyland

C.I.A. mind control front and center

It's so painless now, there is no whimper

Sex, drugs, and rock&roll what can it hurt

Don't worry about the A.I.D.S. under her skirt

Don't worry about the lyrics that go around in your controllable mind

Its all for the dark kingdom, you deaf and blind

I beg you now, to break the spell

Reach for Yahweh, to save you from hell

Everything is possible through him

He's given us a contract, as far back as Shem

We are all subject to it, know it or not

Promise to save the his sheep and the goats will rot

Looks like it's starting now, with a cable to the mind

Just plug them in to propaganda satanically refined

Yahweh' s sheep can hear his small voice

Guiding toward the kingdom of choice

It's a small whisper that's drowned out by the tube

Be carful TV. is making you a vegetable, boob

Bring out the torah, this you can read

How to be righteous, Yahweh's seed

To live forever, get the programming right

Through out that T.V., protect his little sheep tonight!