No Name
This world of ours slips an evil stream
As we continue on in this demented dream.
We have married a selfish bride,
One
That has so very much to hide.
Our great president worships her.
The worlds churches bless her.
Tea parties in England just go on
As the skies over Baghdad burn.
She has her ways,
Running our cars,
Making life so nice.
But our comfort comes at a price.
And oh
She is so slippery,
So dark,
So maniacal.
She lives to consume,
This bride
This true God,
Oil
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