"On August 21, 1992, Federal marshals shot my son Samuel in the back and killed him. He was running home to me. His last words were, “I’m coming, Dad.” They shot his little arm almost off and they killed him by shooting him in the back with a 9-millimeter submachine gun. The gun had a silencer on it. He was not wanted for any crime. He did not commit any crime. The marshals killed his dog right at his feet. He only tried to defend himself and his dog.
Sammy was just 14 years old. He did not yet weigh 80 pounds. He was not yet 5 feet tall. The marshals who killed Sammy were grown men. They were in combat gear. They had their faces painted with camouflage. They were wearing full camouflage suits with black ninja-type hoods. They were carrying machineguns and large caliber semiautomatic pistols. They were trained to kill. Two of them were hiding behind trees and rocks in the woods where they could not be seen. The third was around a bend in the trail in thick forest. They were under direct orders from Washington to do nothing to injure the children. They were to have no contact or confrontation with me or my family. They killed him anyway in violation of their orders.
On August 22, 1992, completely without warning of any kind, an FBI sniper shot and killed my wife, Vicki. He was using a .308 caliber sniper rifle with a specially weighted barrel and a 10-power scope. He was using match grade ammunition. He had years of training to kill. I heard him testify at the trial that he wanted to kill. He shot my wife in the head and killed her. She was not wanted for any crime. There were no warrants for her arrest. At the time she was gunned down, she was helpless. She was standing in the doorway of her home. She was holding the door open for me and Sara and for Kevin Harris. She was holding Elishe a our 10-month-old baby girl, in her arms. As the bullet crashed through her head, she slumped to her knees, holding Elisheba tightly so she would not drop her. We took the baby from her as she lay dead and bleeding on our kitchen floor."
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When I was young I did not understand
The politics that rule this land
Liberty and Justice didn't seem to exist to me
When my family fell victim to hate
The guilty were protected by the state
Stopped on the wrist, then let loose to run free
The love for my family and the love for my kin
To me it's not a sin
I'm tired of the talk and the conservative walk
And the corrupt system we live in
Criminal agitators, liberal legislators
You'll feel my rage from within
You'll hear my cry, tell me no more lies
I'm ready for the war to begin
You insolent fools, I'll break all your rules
From your faces I'll wipe that grin
My thoughts they are strong, to my folk I belong
My family, Racial brothers and kin
I'm ready to fight with a gun or a knife
And anything it takes to win
With the open hand salute, I'll show you the truth
I'm ready for the war to begin
400 men surrounding a cabin
In the land of the free tell me how can this happen?
Murdering women and children in the name of humanity
Tell me who's the true masters of hate
A separist family or a police state?
Tell me who would you brand the public enemy?
They took your son, they took your wife
Without ever giving them a chance
They held you inside, yet your bullets still cried
You made those bastards dance
A battle hardened vet, to the foreign lands you were sent
To lay your ass on the line
Now a renegade man in your own homeland
The will to be separate your only crime...
This means war, you federal whore
I'll make you wish you never lived
Your morals are weak, your standards, they reek
You always take but never give
I'll hunt you, I'll stalk you, kill you one-by-one
The tide will turn to the other way
Hunter becomes the hunted, sentence will be passed
When it comes - Judgment Day!
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