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(09-11-1982 / London, England)

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*-*A Government Ode too You*-*

Taken is the time, to make intense the mess of what they are today,
Break them down with loneliness and cast out an empty helping hand, which in turn is a stage on which we direct there play, and as we had planned, they stay divided, with no holding of each others hands.

Sail them home with debt ridden stress,
As we all know how it’s going to be,
Like a distressed mistress in our brought red dress’s, for a helping hand, they flock in great numbers
Opening door two of our plans,
And follow they will do, for they no nothing of what be false or what be true

I’m not saying that we are right or you wrong it’s up to is all to make,
But being idle and being proud leaves you all knotted and bound, not by us but by your mundane brains, merchandise and greed have led you down a path which leads to we,
Never will you understand, your all just part of our master plan

Sail them home with debt ridden stress,
As we all know how it’s going to be,
Like a distressed mistress in our brought red dress’s, for a helping hand, they flock in great numbers
Opening door two of our plans,
And follow they will do, for they no nothing of what be false or what be true

We pay you cash too make a past, one for you all too be amazed.
But you take the time to create distress and in-turn your own dismay
And it’s with this lack, of intellectual life and masses of ego traits, that lead you like sheep bleating and flocking our way,
They way already chosen by your lack of self-restraint, cursing your inner core which leaves you lost among millions of life’s endless corridors

Not focused or thought on during there time is the question of life itself.
You choose much of many things, whilst loosing touch with what was one yourself, left corrupted by what spiritual devastations in brings.

So is it any wonder as to why all the queens and kings you detest?
Are wearing there gold crowns and more, paid in honour by the poor,
For ignorant souls like you and thee become the builders off our destiny

Submitted: Thursday, February 26, 2009
Edited: Thursday, February 26, 2009


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