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Music Video Lyrics: Ultra MAGA Supreme Ultra MAGA Supreme! Ultra MAGA Extreme! O let freedom ring with the Great MAGA King. Ultra MAGA Supreme! Ultra MAGA Supreme! Ultra MAGA Extreme! Not so long ago our world had peace, and America prospered and her wealth trickled down. But now billions stand on the precipice of oblivion, And America flounders under Biden the scum! Biden the scum! Biden the scum! America Flounders under Biden the scum! He don’t want to make America great. Make America Great he hates. Ultra MAGA Supreme! Ultra MAGA Extreme! O, stand up and sing, these truths, you know the thing. Ultra MAGA Supreme! Ultra MAGA Supreme! Ultra MAGA Extreme! Ofttimes elites and government go astray, and the bureaucracy goes renegade and does wickedly But we are a people free and strong. Stand up, America, our government is our property.= We are gonna make America great and this subject we will not debate. Ultra MAGA Supreme! Ultra MAGA Extreme! Make America Great! Ain’t no slogan of hate. Ultra MAGA Supreme! Ultra MAGA Supreme! Ultra MAGA Extreme! And why is it so wrong to make the place you live Into a paradise that you create because you are free? To use all your power and strength to make our nation great, Americans, our race is supreme! Our race is supreme! Our race is supreme! Our race are those that love life and liberty. If you believe in this then you are part of me, and we are all one blood and one great family, Ultra MAGA Supreme! Ultra MAGA Supreme! Ultra MAGA Extreme! From the West to the East, beware the savage beast Ultra MAGA Supreme! Ultra MAGA Supreme! Ultra MAGA Extreme! We’ll drink gasoline with the Great Maga King Ultra MAGA Supreme! Let America Rise the dream never dies. Ultra MAGA Supreme! Ultra MAGA Supreme!

A music video we made for our song, A Psalm for the Sons of Ukraine (Half-a-million Dead) A very raucous and merciless mockery and shaming of the establishment's ghoulish disregard for human life in waging this proxy war in Ukraine. Time to power stomp the war machine. Lyrics: O Lord, here in America, the rulers have no shame. They are waging proxy war with Russia through Ukraine. And for a fraction of the cost of all of our defense, They say that we have bought ourselves a pile of dead Russians. But through their hubris, they have wrought disaster on Ukraine, And half-a-million young men, so far, sent down to their graves. Half-a-million dead! Ukrainians, my friends, Just a fraction of the cost of America's defense. Half-a-million dead! So worth it! You see! Thus we can cheaply degrade the Russian military. So now the money that we spend to prolong our war, Motivates Ukraine to slaughter all their men and more. In spite of all the billions that we send, they cannot win. And all we do with all our money is kill Ukrainians. Half-a-million dead! Young men barely grown, Ghoulish Senators, rejoice! Bereaved mothers, moan. Half-a-million dead! Consigned to the flame. Their bodies blown to smithereens, their efforts all in vain. And now we hear they seek a way to tie the voter’s hands, They will oblige America, to defend Ukraine’s lands. But what the hell are we defending? Not democracy! This Ukraine war’s a debacle, America, can’t ya see? Half-a-million dead! Such negligible cost! All the young Ukrainians are rotting in the frost. Half-a-million dead! America, take heed. Our government is run amok with villainy and greed. So now, O Lord, what shall we do with rulers such as these? Which lawlessly wage war and do whatever else they please. And while they gloat over the few dead Russians that they bought. Their souls’ destruction from such corruption is getting’ pretty hot! Half-a-million dead! Conscripting more boys, Throw them into action, give them shiny American toys. Half-a-million dead! When you count the cost, Don’t count it in dollars, you son of a bitch, you count it in lives that lost.

It's Insurrection season again, so leave your guns at home and get ready to take over the capital and sing along!

A Music Video about a man born with one ball.

Hear, O Israel, You stiff-necked sons of Belial, A new word I write unto you, so take heed. Do you remember when I cast you out of my land In the days of the temple, And for centuries you suffered under the heathens’ heel? And then you return unto my land, But do not turn again to me, And when I search inside your heart, I find there is no fear for me. A new commandment I give thee! Thus saith the Lord; Thus saith the Lord; Thou shalt not commit genocide. Thou shalt not burn children while they sleep. And even if some others do, you must trust in me; Thou shalt not. Give ear, O Israel, Do you think you can escape from the word of the Lord? (Ha ha ha) Beware lest ye be like the heathen I destroyed before thee. Burning up the children in the fires to Moloch; Seething the calf in his mother’s milk; I told you before, so you’d better believe. The measure you will get Is the measure that you mete, And the blood you shed to save yourselves Will never bring you peace. I swear and I decree! Thus saith the Lord; Thus saith the Lord; Thou shalt not commit genocide. Thou shalt not crush mothers while they weep. And you should know better by now, so why must I repeat: Thou shalt not? Now, come on, Israel, Don’t you think that I know how you feel? I’m sending this word unto you by my enemy. ‘Cause this one-balled son-of-a-bitch heathen, That’s singing my words to you, Well, he’s a son of the dogs that nailed my boy to a tree. And revenge belongs to me, And the ransom to make free, And if blood must pay for blood, Then that will all belong to me! Obey and be redeemed! Thus saith the Lord; Thus saith the Lord; Thou shalt not commit genocide. Thou shalt not kill fathers in the streets And even when your father’s killed, believe and you’ll see And even when your mother’s slain, trust always in me. And even when your children burn, they will come to me, But thou shalt not, thou shalt not, thou shalt not.

Out of the bottomless pit, from the very laboratories of Hell, Satan summons forth a devious brew of death, and his diabolical plot is revealed. Download this song: https://oraclesofgod.org/paulstringini/songs/mp3/The_COVID_Vaccine.mp3 Download all my music free from my culture war songs page: http://oraclesofgod.org/paulstringini/ Available on streaming services and in stores March 4, 2023. Lyrics The C0V1D V@cc1ne, it's a Wonder of Science! Everyone needs some! Believe it! Come and get ‘em! It'll save us from the v1rus. Come on, don't be pigheaded! It's just a little prick. What? Are you Chicken? But I didn't wanna die suddenly in my prime. No, I didn't want no synthetic em are en ay in my cells. And I didn't know they'd find foot long fibrous clots down in my heart. No I didn't wanna die, but it killed me, I was blind. The C0V1D V@cc1ne is mandatory! Roll up your sleeve. Here comes the injection. Don't hesitate. It's safe. Or so that's what we're saying. The experiment is ongoing. But I didn't wanna die suddenly as a child. No, I didn't need no spike protein factories in my heart. No, I didn't wanna find a cold dead child in a physicians cold dead eyes. "A vaccine couldn't possibly do this," they lie. The C0V1D V@cc1ne is perfectly safe! Don't you read the papers? We got authorization! Remove all doubt! Who needs tests? We got no questions. Worship the Science! Let's get injected! But I didn't wanna die suddenly for a lie. No, I didn't want no lipid nano particles in my mind. Yeah, I didn't know I'd find I'm paralyzed, and I've heart damage inside. No, I didn't know the v@cc1ne would hurt me, ‘cause they lied. The C0V1D V@cc1ne! Get your booster today! Don't ‘cha speak against it! We'll censor you, you heretics! How dare you contradict a pronouncement from the government! ou should be ashamed! It's a disgrace to walk this earth with you! But I didn't wanna die suddenly. I had time. But, I didn't want no pseudo uridine in my life. No, I didn't know I'd find I can't rewind and leave my soul crushing job behind. No, I just complied and it killed me, I was blind.

Download the song free. http://oraclesofgod.org/paulstringini... This video was 100% inspired by the ideology of Anti-racism and ANTIFA. "Racism is Bad" satirizes the so-called, "anti-racist," a moral vigilante who seek to redeem himself from the stain of racism by seeking the destruction of all the other racists (loosely defined). I consider this spirit of Anti-racism to be a budding shoot of an anti-Christian, racist, pseudo-religion, doubtlessly inspired by Satan himself. Jesus forbid the stoning of the adulterous woman, and the New Testament taught me that there is no difference between races in Christ. And even outside of Christ we ought to know we all have more in common than we have in conflict. And it isn't hard to figure out that such an attitude of hate and violence directed towards ANY human being is not the way you redeem yourself from your own perceived sins. As I observed the institutions of our nation being ensnared and corrupted by these evil forces of hate, I was inspired to write this song in hopes of bringing shame and disrepute upon the idea of "Anti-racism" Anti-racism is just hate pointed in the opposite direction. We all need to reject this hate. The Quest Lords of the Apocalypse have spoken. Masks by Zagone Studios https://zagonestudios.com/ Lyrics Racism is bad, and racists are not good, and I will never be a racist, ‘cause I understood, Racism is bad. If I find a racist I will tell on him, I will ensure he never gets a job again I will reserve a foul corner in hell for him, because Racism is hate, and hatred is bad, And I don't wanna be a hater 'cause haters make me mad, And racism is bad. "Are you anti-Racist?" Nothing less will do, If you are not, Well, I'll set my friends on you, We will hunt you down and place a mark on you, to destroy, 'cause racism is bad, and racists should die, and I shall ever war against racism and sigh, racists go and die. What is a racist? Racist is he that imbues the relationship between the varying hues of the infinite divisions as po-wer to o-ppress an other. It's true... That's you! Anti-racists are just racists too no difference ‘tween the two. Just like, black or white, ain't no difference ‘tween the two. Through Jesus. The good news. ‘Cause racism is bad, and Jesus wears the crown. And only in the blood of Jesus can redemption be found. And rac- .....and nothin' else! Masks by Zagone Studios https://zagonestudios.com/

This morning the song just hit me. I'm looking forward to the studio version. Thanks for listening! The Ballad of Ray Epps Ray Epps was a citizen of the USA, And he only had one single dream, And he dreamt it every day. Oh! He wanted to be a G-man in a confidential way, And run a false-flag operation on some fateful day, But Ray Epps did not work for them, no, not in any way, He acted completely on his own, in each and every way, So, in the words of The Committee, Kinzinger! Let's say, "Thank you, Ray." But why the hell aren't you in jail? The F.B.I. won't say. They spotted Ray Epps as he greeted the crowd, 'a leadin' them on their way, Directing them to the Capital Building, To go inside and play, At the head of the barricade, at his word, Insurrection was going down, Into the Capital! Into the Capital! Epps was heard to shout. But Ray Epps did not work for them, no, not in any way, He acted completely on his own, in each and every way, So, in the words of The Committee, Kinzinger! Let's say, "Thank you, Ray." But why the hell aren't you in jail? The F.B.I. won't say. So now Ray sits at home and he watches his own face on TV, While the dupes that followed his instruction rot down in solitary. He chuckles to himself with a smirk at the images that he sees. He lived out his fantasies and served his country simultaneously. But Ray Epps did not work for them, no, not in any way, He acted completely on his own, in each and every way, So, in the words of The Committee, Kinzinger! Let's say, "Thank you, Ray." But why the hell aren't you in jail? The F.B.I. won't say.

I thought something Punk was the only appropriate genre for a song like this. I know some people have no sense of humor, or appreciation of satire. But I do, and I thought my song deserved something a little more fun than what I had done already. To anyone who ever died from any disease or any preventable cause: I have lost close loved ones to preventable causes. So I feel your pain, but the remedies taken for this outbreak have far exceeded what was reasonable and equitable to do. Masks by Zagone Studios The Bullshit Pandemic Be afraid! Feel the fear! For the Bull$h1t P@ndem1c is near! On paper it's so clear, but reality does not appear to agree, I fear. First they said, "Two weeks to slow the spread," Or we all could be dead! The children's coffins, four feet long, stacked into the sky. And I, and all of you, (Not Me!) believed it And gave the benefit of the doubt to Dr. Mousey We waited and watched as the numbers proved to be lies. Without context, or objectivity, they cloaked themselves with the mantle of science. Be afraid! You'd better fear! For the Bull$h1t P@ndem1c is here It's a disgrace! Did you not hear? How this President tweeted that we should not fear? But this bull$h1t disease has claimed it's hundred thousands, And the information on the television and the radio consistently neglect to put in context these numbers that they throw at us, What do we do? We shall obey and cower in place, and embrace, six, six, six feet of space! We shut down our business and bow down to you, O, State! Our freedoms we utterly hate. We fall on our swords at your will, O God, Prickmer! Follow the science! The science is what you say! The science is what you say! The science is whatever you say! Be afraid! Goddamn you, fear! For this Bull$h1t P@ndem1c is real! It's on your face! You live in disgrace! And your cowardice, your children will curse to your face. Their schools advocate child abuse, And indoctrinate them with Marxist views ...every day. Teach your children to wear a mask at home, and when alone. And stay six, six, six feet away! Stay six, six, six feet away! Stay six, six, six feet away! Your mommy is so afraid! Where's daddy? Daddy got spayed. Cause he and mommy got decadent and depraved! O be afraid! Feel the fear! For this bullshit pandemic makes clear. People believe bull$h1t on TV. For that newsman would not, surely, lie to me. Every one of them could not possibly be so hopelessly corrupt That they'd betray all of us when they say. Everyone be afraid and stay at home, mask up! And let it be known! You must fear you must obey, All those who question what we say, Shall never see the light of day! You must fear you must obey, All those who question what we say, Shall never see the light of day! You must fear you must obey, All those who question what we say, Shall never see the light of day! Anyway, It's a bull$h1t P@ndem1c.

Download this and all my songs free from my website http://oraclesofgod.org/paulstringini/songs/mp3/Blame_the_White.mp3 I wrote three songs about the George Floyd riots. This was the second. lame the White (by Paul E Stringini 06-07-2020) Intro: Em C D Em C D Em Em D C D I went down to the school today, to ask the teacher, and see what she'd say, Em D C D Em ‘Bout all the burnin in' in the town ...all that business going down. And she said, Em Em C D "Blame the white! Blame the white! It's so critical to teach kids right!" Em Em C D Em "Blame the white! Blame the white! It's so critical to teach ‘em right! Blame the white." Em D C D So I went up to the church to see, if the pastor could, please, explain to me, Em D C D Em ‘Bout how the dream of Dr. King got rejected for, this monstrous thing, And he said, Em Em C D "Blame the white! Blame the white! Kneel down my boy and see the light!" Em Em C D Em "Blame the White! Blame the white! Kneel down my boy and see the light! Blame the white." Em D C D So I went downtown, drove through the ruins, and asked the mayor if she knew Em D C D Em A plan to heal the great divide, so that our nation should all survive, And she said, Em Em C D "Blame the white! Blame the white! Take up your brick and join the fight!" Em Em C D Em "Blame the white! Blame the white! Take up your brick and join the fight! Blame the white." Em D C D So I got down on my knees to pray, I asked the Lord if he'd explain, Em D C D Em How all the grown-ups in my day, bent the knee, but not to pray, And he said, Em Em C D "Blame the white! Blame the white! It's so much easier than doin' right!" Em Em C D Em "Blame the White, Blame the white! It's so much easier than doin' right, to blame the white." C D Em "So blame the white! So blame the white! So blame the white!" C D Em "It's so much easier to blame the white, than to do right." C D Em "So Blame the white! So Blame the white! Blame the white!"

I wrote "I am a Native American" on July 19, 2020. It was the fourth song written after the politically induced health panic of 2020 and the third song inspired by the other events of last summer, specifically, the hateful attacks on the principles and ideals of America itself. I'd like to say more about it, but a more involved video is in production and it will wait till then. Please look for it.

The release date is Nov 5 but you can get the song free from me right now, Go! http://oraclesofgod.org/paulstringini/songs/mp3/Let's_Go_Brandon!.mp3 Lyrics: Let's Go Brandon! Let's Go! Now's the time for fight! Let's Go Brandon! Let's Go! Now's the time got ‘em in our sights! Let's Go! Let's Go Brandon! Let's Go! Now's the time to win! Let's Go Brandon! Let's Go! Now's the time, Get Up! Get In! Let's Go! Let's Go Brandon! We got to get back on track! Let's Go Brandon! Gas Up! It's time for attack! Let's Go Brandon! We ain't got time for the jack! Pedal to the Metal, Never say surrender! Ain't never gonna crack! Let's Go Brandon! Let's Go! Now's the time to fly! Let's Go Brandon! Let's Go! Now's the time for do or die! Let's Go! Let's Go Brandon! Let's Go! Now's the time to run! Let's Go Brandon! Let's Go! Now's the time, to pump and gun! Let's Go! Let's Go Brandon! We got to get back on track! Let's Go Brandon! Gas Up! It's time for attack! Let's Go Brandon! We ain't got time for the jack! Pedal to the Metal, Never say surrender! Ain't never gonna crack! Let's Go Brandon! Let's Go! Now's the time for Boom! Let's Go Brandon! Let's Go! Now's the time, for Zip and Zoom! Let's Go! Let's Go Brandon! Let's Go! Now's the time for Deeds! Let's Go Brandon! Let's Go! Now's the time to go warp speed! Let's Go! Let's Go Brandon! We got to get back on track! Let's Go Brandon! Gas Up! It's time for attack! Let's Go Brandon! We ain't got time for the jack! Pedal to the Metal, Never say surrender! Ain't never gonna crack!

The Medical Tyranny that began in 2020 deeply impacted my life. For years my only interest in making music was in composing scripture songs (songs with lyrics taken word for word from the bible). The Blood-Stained Bible is not a scripture song. It was written May 20, 2020 just after I attended my first political protest in my state capital. My primary target was the lock downs which I regard as unforgivable violations of human rights. Earning a living is an essential activity. In 2020 I discovered that our Republic had fallen and that a cadre of technocrats and oligarchs had crowned themselves our new lords. I vow upon the bible stained with the blood of my ancestor how died fighting slavery that I will not stop fighting these would-be lords until they are defeated and their actions rendered explicitly unlawful. The Blood-Stained Bible Long ago, when I was just a lad, my grandmother showed to me; An old canteen and a blood stained bible, This, my boy, is the very book, which my grand-uncle carried to war And his blood on this bible you will carry, evermore. Long ago, in that awful Civil War, when they fought due to slavery. The might of the state; the right of the man; His life to be his; To live as a free man. I've got a blood-stained bible , an old canteen, Do you know what I mean? For the right of a man to live by his hands, for this, Men will bleed. And on this blood-stained bible is the blood that still flows, It flows in me. And I will be damned, if I shall forget. Just about now, I've a lass and seven lads. They are all watching me. And should I leave them to the state of Illinois, like property? I think not! Who's the little man who supposes he may chain me? And deny me the right to the labor of my own hands, wickedly? I don't think so. There's no way. There's no way you will lock me down! The right of the man to live in this land; Free from tyranny; To live in freedom. On this blood-stained bible, I swear to uphold: the law of the land, on my soul. And the blood calls to me, in my veins it explodes, Reminding me of my oath. And if you think I will sit back, and watch my land Fall into tyrants' hands. You will soon see, there is hell to pay. Time's coming soon, if tyrants will not yield, Many brothers will join me, That we may add our blood to the blood-stained bible legacy. So, take heed now, before it's too late, and so that this shall never be, And I take not up my forefathers' blood-stained bible, against thee!