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Saturday, April 16, 2016

Corporate Avengers

Ran across an interesting musical band of native Americans with an interesting song.

It's too bad they didn't seem to make an actual video from the song. Or maybe not. The video would probably be very bloody and horrible. So instead of actually watching a video, you can read along with the lyrics printed below.


Christians Murdered Indians
Even in the initial stages of contact between 
European Christians and Native Indian people 
the stage was set for ethnocentrism, and the
attitude towards the Indians was that of Christian superiority. 

The Indians were read a proclamation in Spanish 
which they had no hope of understanding, 
they had no hope of understanding 
the death sentence they were being read, 
and it went something like this:

"We ask and require you to acknowledge 
the church as the ruler and superior of the whole world 
and the high priest called pope and in his
name the king of Spain as lords of this land. 

If you submit we shall receive you in all love and charity 
and shall leave you, your wives and children 
and your lands free without servitude, 
but if you do not submit we shall powerfully 
enter into your country and shall make war against
you, we shall take you and your wives and your children 
and shall make slaves of them and we shall take away 
your goods and shall do you all the harm and damage we can."

2000 years ago we were all tribal.
Then came the missionaries with their fucking bible.
1492 began the termination
The holocaust of our Indian nations
Yeah, with Christian love and a moral authority
They killed our medicine men and stole our country

I never claimed this shit was poetry
It's just the fucking lies of Christianity
You will pray to the lord and get down on your knees
Here's a cross for your back and the coughing disease
Though you helped us survive 
we will laugh while you bleed
Then deny what we did, write our own history

We will kidnap your children and cut off their hair
Silence their language and outlaw their prayers
Beat them blind until they believe
In the blood of Jesus Christ our king

Christians murdered Indians

Columbus murdered children 
and now we have a holiday

Still you want to deny your history
Look to the sky for your god to justify
As you commit cultural genocide
Christians came and the natives they did hang
13 at a time for Jesus and his gang
We are the ones you had to dehumanize
So your murder and greed could be justified

The belly of the church is full
With the blood of all those heathen fools
Who would not receive the gift of Christ?
So we burned them as a sacrifice
To our baby killing god above
To our mother church and all her love
We will steal their gods and subjugate
Those who don't believe we'll ahnilate

"The Spaniards made bets 
as to who would slit a man in two 
or cut of his head with one blow. 
They tore babies from their mother's breast by
their feet and dashed their head against the rocks. 
They hanged Indians by thirteen in honor and reverence 
for their redeemer and their twelve apostles. 
They put wood underneath 
and with fire burned the Indians alive."

Christians murdered Indians

We believe in the earth, the sky and dreams
The universe and the creator who gave us these
The sacred gift of life and human beings
That makes you perpetrate the hate to ahnilate

So here I am the savage civilized
Voice of the dead and my ancestor's cries
And like the ghosts of this land you can't erase
I see blood on the hands of the master race.

500 years of manifest destiny
500 years of resistance to the enemy

You have faith in the rivers, the mountains, the trees
We've a murdering god to replace all of these
With the blood of forgiveness you too can be free
Or the wrath of Jehovah you're sure to receive
We will baptize you with the blood of the lamb
With the sword and the gospel we will conquer your land
You will join our church and be glad to be saved
Or we'll slaughter your children and your women we'll rape.

Christians murdered Indians

I see blood on the hands of the master race.

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