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It's dinner time
Hands are clasped in supplication
For the dying of a nation
Words are used ' in God we trust'
Decrees are signed by men unjust.
Somewhere is that God we trust
Who doesn't crave and doesn't lust
Let him now reveal his hand
Time is nigh for one last stand.
God it's time to draw the line
Clear this nation of the swine
Please don't kill them that's too good
Reduce them into poor man's food.
Then at least we'll get a feed
From all their lies and all their greed.
I've got my cutlery ready.
For the dying of a nation
Words are used ' in God we trust'
Decrees are signed by men unjust.
Somewhere is that God we trust
Who doesn't crave and doesn't lust
Let him now reveal his hand
Time is nigh for one last stand.
God it's time to draw the line
Clear this nation of the swine
Please don't kill them that's too good
Reduce them into poor man's food.
Then at least we'll get a feed
From all their lies and all their greed.
I've got my cutlery ready.
Published 1st Feb 2025
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Soylent Green for the wicked and greedy.
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