What Is at Stake?

Everyday when I wake, I wonder what's at stake.
Should I lie in bed, or let the day choose my fate?
Time is the only real thing, that really goes on.
So who gets to choose, when yours is gone?
A figment of imagination, or the roll of a nation?
Ever thought this can't be, to live upon one station?
Could this be too far fetched, to live under one god?
Or maybe we should, look far beyond.
All people over hear, is the new world order.
Do we even know what it is? We do what the gov. Orders.
We hear about the illuminati we hear about the masons.
We hear about tragedies, we hear the problems America is facing.
So I ask to you, what are we really missin'?
No body really knows, but we try to listen.
To the people that claim, they own the world.
But history will end, and it will repeat the twirl.

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