22/3/22
I once had a copy of this famous album..
I may even still have it among my collection of recordings in the old style..😏
Anyway it seems as as if Bob Dylan was really looking into 2022 when he wrote the words and so perhaps he was inspired by the Spirit of Yah/God Almighy!
Bob Dylan..Jewish
Volodomyr Zelenskiy..Jewish
Is that a coincidence or not???
Anyway the song ends in a very definite way so were the words just 'words' or were they inspired for just a time like this?
It seems as if God is working out a plan and it will come to fruition!!
The present world is very corrupt..to put it mildly..and Morals and Ethics are just words!
Truth, Mercy and Justice have disappeared out of sight as mankind walks after the things of the flesh!
God is no respector of persons and uses anyone he chooses to bring about change..
In this case it could come about via the Jewish contender in this present war! 😐
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Masters of War
You that build all the guns
You that build the death planes
You that build the big bombs
You that hide behind walls
You that hide behind desks
I just want you to know
I can see through your masks
You that never done nothin’
But build to destroy
You play with my world
Like it’s your little toy
You put a gun in my hand
And you hide from my eyes
And you turn and run farther
When the fast bullets fly
Like Judas of old
You lie and deceive
A world war can be won
You want me to believe
But I see through your eyes
And I see through your brain
Like I see through the water
That runs down my drain
You fasten the triggers
For the others to fire
Then you set back and watch
When the death count gets higher
You hide in your mansion
As young people’s blood
Flows out of their bodies
And is buried in the mud
You’ve thrown the worst fear
That can ever be hurled
Fear to bring children
Into the world
For threatening my baby
Unborn and unnamed
You ain’t worth the blood
That runs in your veins
How much do I know
To talk out of turn
You might say that I’m young
You might say I’m unlearned
But there’s one thing I know
Though I’m younger than you
Even Jesus would never
Forgive what you do
Let me ask you one question
Is your money that good
Will it buy you forgiveness
Do you think that it could
I think you will find
When your death takes its toll
All the money you made
Will never buy back your soul
And I hope that you die
And your death’ll come soon
I will follow your casket
In the pale afternoon
And I’ll watch while you’re lowered
Down to your deathbed
And I’ll stand o’er your grave
’Til I’m sure that you’re dead
Copyright
© 1963 by Warner Bros. Inc.; renewed 1991 by Special Rider Music
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