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I can only speak of what I know
And that really isn’t much.
It’s a sea of confusion really,
A loss of all sense of touch.
Part inquiry, part answer-
Part honesty, part lies
It’s a cage of your construction!
It’s a prison for your eyes.
Would they understand you?
Were you holier than thou?
Or would they reprimand you-
Send a ruler to your brow?
I wonder what They think of,
Ev’ry day whilst They drink,
The blood of wand'ring animals,
Till plump and fat as finks.
Do they marvel at the taste?
Do they lick their chops and smile?
Or do they lean back on their throne of bones,
And pick their teeth for awhile?
Perhaps they share sad stories
Of when they once fooled us all,
And now they feel remorse,
For their rule is soon to fall:
“For God Himself is coming
To right the ways of wrong!
We shook hands with the devil
We took part in his song.â€
Then along came Revolution,
Revelation, Renaissance,
To do away with pollution,
And to wake us from the trance.
