3 Flags and a Beast

3 flags of freedom fly North way over my head.
They seem to race against the sky
as gray clouds move by before the morning sunrise.
I look up again and see what may be the end
Armageddon
3 flags of freedom sit perched like birds on a POWER line.
Instead, they sit upon a beast.
Not a beast from the wilderness
Or some roided out jack from WWE.
I am talking a mark ass buster that should be shot with 3 revolvers
Taken all 6 shots from each.
The beast of which I speak only takes lives, your freedom-time and currency.
This beast is tricky from time to time
asking you to come to a dark side.
They will use the FORCE to make you choose sides.
You’ll become a Agent of His-Story and whenever, wherever
Whoop, Whoop that the sound of the beast
“Do you know what the 3 flags of freedom mean? Do you.”
As you enter the beast, you bow to the 3 flags of freedom.
Your life, your precious currency, this so-called freedom
flies before you mockingly
you dont hear them in the streets?
Do you not feel their eyes following? Pimping Us
But we don’t fuss.. Enough
We rather take it and smile with no teeth
Just like the beast.
“They’ll never show their fangs to me”
learn how they speak; it is worth every penny
the ways of the beast lies beneath the 3 flags of freedom


3 flags I compare to 3 guns
Held hostage by a play called His-story
His 666 is sick sick sick