Who's got oil, who's got gold, who is young and who is old, who can we employ and who can we destroy, ask the troops if they're ready to deploy, from a King and a Messiah to a fraud and pariah, what we accept and what we reject is certainly not the onslaught of what can be packaged and bought and brought to your door, as I feel like a whore enjoying the things of silver and gold, we must break the mold, Lord let me leave this place, quit the rat race if i'm nice they spit in my face, we're looking in the wrong place, you won't find it in money, drugs or love, try looking above because what you seek is a dove ✝
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