Bora born
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Westminster's dead, cracked, king hit by a right
cross, the nation's leaders bloodied mouth's bled
dribble answers only they understand
with a wine bar of solutions unsaid.
Paraphrase, paradymes, neo con's plight
theocratise the politicians heads.
From the Bible's old school, they have new style
judgemental to the end, the walking dead.
Robinson's robots mesmerised by lot
captivate with ease authorities sign.
Emotions pulled, Toronto's blessings
of emotional blackmail loops that bind.
Focus your mind's reason for living
prioritise to justify those lies.
Too many on board walking on water
too many it seems now willing to die.
For die they will as they take all with them
a spiritual death prepared by the host.
A planet of violence remembered
as ghosts given up emerge from the past.
To chants and cries impressed on the living
your Prince of Peace is your Lord of War.
Now you pray, so you obey my brother
follow your sister down roads full of gore.
They're prepared to destroy this whole planet
in a creative burst of righteous might.
This their will has been written in language
to prove they're right, then destroy it they must.
So come join them you lost sons and daughters
true zealots they need at pat's marble place.
To evangelise and convert pagans
missionaries released to cover the earth.
They need those full of themselves and spirit
no wimps are needed, freeloaders get lost.
Four thousand each year pass through their gateways
to bring back lost souls to their Lord of Hosts.
Give up your authority to plunder
patriotise, nationalise minds that were free.
Religion's common denominator
martyred in blood that's destined to be.
- O -
© feb 2005 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
cross, the nation's leaders bloodied mouth's bled
dribble answers only they understand
with a wine bar of solutions unsaid.
Paraphrase, paradymes, neo con's plight
theocratise the politicians heads.
From the Bible's old school, they have new style
judgemental to the end, the walking dead.
Robinson's robots mesmerised by lot
captivate with ease authorities sign.
Emotions pulled, Toronto's blessings
of emotional blackmail loops that bind.
Focus your mind's reason for living
prioritise to justify those lies.
Too many on board walking on water
too many it seems now willing to die.
For die they will as they take all with them
a spiritual death prepared by the host.
A planet of violence remembered
as ghosts given up emerge from the past.
To chants and cries impressed on the living
your Prince of Peace is your Lord of War.
Now you pray, so you obey my brother
follow your sister down roads full of gore.
They're prepared to destroy this whole planet
in a creative burst of righteous might.
This their will has been written in language
to prove they're right, then destroy it they must.
So come join them you lost sons and daughters
true zealots they need at pat's marble place.
To evangelise and convert pagans
missionaries released to cover the earth.
They need those full of themselves and spirit
no wimps are needed, freeloaders get lost.
Four thousand each year pass through their gateways
to bring back lost souls to their Lord of Hosts.
Give up your authority to plunder
patriotise, nationalise minds that were free.
Religion's common denominator
martyred in blood that's destined to be.
- O -
© feb 2005 _ Nhawrr yirrpa
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