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Peak #13,030
Peak in subgenre #8,294
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truth / jedimindtrick "immaculate conception" beat
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January 20, 2003
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Lyrics
"Baby’s mammas were lost in the traumatic drama we’re watching.
Drastic static caused by the notorious tactics of Osama Bin Laden.
Monitors caution, hesitatingly still, some sick sensation he’s filled.
An entire nation he’s killed? No, an empire of an equation we’ve built.
He can save me the guilt. His criminal acts leave subliminal facts.
Equivocations, half truths, what’s reality in this man’s cynical tracks?
Anywho, forces have intercepted this letter in a perfected endeavor.
The army executed spies in a movement, and swept up this treasure.
From whom? A man by the name of Carter, Carter Iverson Atkins.
A charge of treason, Carter’s reasons seem to thrive for some action.
It’s a sickening thought that this man has betrayed his own country.
Unable to justify with reason, I’m left to figure he’s hungry for money.
His letter contained association with the likes of the Afghan forces.
Yet, evidence has yet to be found on the mere existence of Atkin’s orbit.
We’re investigating the situation with the artillery of the Spec Ops.
But one piece of the puzzle increases the struggle to merely connect dots.
Here’s the exact copy itself." He told this all to me as he handed over the letter.
And I read it aloud at what was an extreme emotional measure.
"Dear Osama Bin Laden,
In perfection, it seems as though we’ve accomplished our mission,
Intersections connecting in mid air, affecting three harmonic collisions.
Powered by the Devil’s hatred, I must applaud our demonic ignition.
Chaotic ruckus was caused, fueling the most astonishing fission.
With cash in my hands, I watched families drown in their sorrows.
Counting the bucks, while torn victims attempt at counting tomorrows.
Me betray my homeland? No, this government betrayed its people.
Feeble minds intertwined with the likes of malevolence and evil.
A deceitful plot, all manipulated by the government.
The society’s suffering from a lack of privacy, as spies are hovering.
Satellites storm our seclusion, stripping us of our freedom.
Without the ability to think on our own, what good is a cerebrum?
I received the forty billion dollars, it was a pleasure doing business.
The identity behind my name has yet to leave any residue in its midst.
Signed,
Carter Iverson Atkins"
Awestruck by this note, each attempted word stuck in my throat.
Darkness swept from within, in which I stuttered and choked.
I muttered a spoken speech in a choppy verbalization.
My fragile voice took presence, yet shattered upon creation.
A well deserved moment of silence filled the thick of the air,
As a grim face of despair covered his forefront, a result of the many components of violence.
Flashbacks of the horror, pictures in my mind of the building burning.
For justice and liberty we lust, seemed trust was a mystery, we still were yearning.
I spoke: "I can’t believe I as the country’s president let this all happen."
When I was interrupted by the CIA’s director, demanding I take note of the initials of Carter Iverson Atkins.
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