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Billionaire's Paradise,,,

After The Holocaust,,,
When All The People Are Gone,,,
The Billionaire's Emerge From,,,
Their Hidden Bunkers At Dawn,,,
And They Crawl Over The Corpses,,,
To Survey All That Remains,,,
As They Go Search For Food,,,
Now In Hunger,,,Cry In Pain,,,

They Made All Their Gold,,,
From The Blood Of The Poor,,,
And As They Lie Dying,,,
They Only Demanded More,,,
And When The People Had Died,,,
They All Ran Away To Hide,,,
In Their Underground Bunkers,,,
With Their Secret Food Supplies,,,
In Their Billionaire's Paradise,,,

But Sadly Now,,,
Their Food Is All Gone,,,
As The Billionaire's Emerge From,,,
Their Hidden Bunkers,,,At Dawn,,,

And Who Will Feed Us,,,
Is Now The Billionaire's Cry,,,
As The Stench From The Dead,,,
Is Burning Their Eyes,,,,
But There Is No Answer,,,
Sadly,,There Is No Reply,,,
And As The Billionaire's Stand,,,
So Lost And So Alone,,,
As They Emerge From,,,
Their Hidden Bunkers,,,At Dawn,,,
As They Must Face,,,
Their Billionaire's Paradise,,,Alone,,,


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