Value
Who are they to judge us?
Is it simply because our hair is long?
What do they know of right or wrong?
You don’t need to carry your own agenda
Just get brainwashed with the propaganda.
Concealed in your little mind
Afraid to venture forth
Because what you might find.
Supporting war.
Well what for?
Making mothers cry
Making brothers die.
Ahh but it’s about the money.
A language everyone understands,
How will you go making amends?
Oh upon you is the eye of hell
And no quarter, no silver bell.
So what’s the plan?
Sneak into heaven
Before the devil knows you’re dead.
Oh sir. for your very soul I dread.
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