These are God-fearing men
Fear them, for they fear none
The dim sound of their conciousness faded
When fronted the golden statue
We all heard the sound of broken spines
As they bowed down before their divine
These are God-fearing men
Who believe that your faith
The sweat of your brow
And the blood beneath your skin
Can all be spent in vain
If it fulfills the higher purpose of
Maintaining the STATUS QUO.
Fear them, for they fear none
The dim sound of their conciousness faded
When fronted the golden statue
We all heard the sound of broken spines
As they bowed down before their divine
These are God-fearing men
Who believe that your faith
The sweat of your brow
And the blood beneath your skin
Can all be spent in vain
If it fulfills the higher purpose of
Maintaining the STATUS QUO.
You can't write for a lick of salt, I hope you have a day job.
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