Posted by Chase Iron Eyes on Mar 14, 2013 in News, Press Release

A poem for the New Pope, with all Due Respect -Chase Iron Eyes

Imagine all the stolen gold, return to corpus

Imagine all the stolen souls, return to corpus

for centuries the Pope has laid waste the countryside

for centuries the Pope has maintained a genocide

Attempting to conquer the world and remake it of your mind

cold reality sets in, and you couldn’t remake mine

I was born of the humble kings and queens at the dawn of a new age

I was born happy among dirty feet and crowns of sage

The Pope is not spiritual the Pope is a tool of conquest

The Church is a show like million dollar Sunday’s best

you looked the other way while your clergy raped my sister

you laughed at her death, smiled on while her mother missed her

you cut the hair of my brothers, implanted your demonic tongue

you whipped our backs holocaust plantation

We are living the results of your pre-planned domination

but we see the truth and seek justice with anticipation

this is the seed you planted coming back to attack your tactics

you are frauds and your world is a lie fraught with antics

can you hear your own heart? I feel it beating frantic

you think you’re the new world order that you got us vexed

financial-military-religious-industrial-pop complex

So let your world burn reduce to rubble, we cant eat the ca$hes

Let our world breath, watch us spring from the ashes

Corporations Banks Nation States, A new age is dawning

True civilization will be brought without one bombing

you’ve defied your own God now running from your fate

you’ve denied your own spirit, our love will conquer hate

You think you’re in control, get ready for humbling

Do you hear that? It is the sound of their world crumbling