America the beautiful,
oh how you are so grand.
Give me your tired and weak,
everyone marvel at this grand land.
Give me a reason,
just one reason.
One nation under God.
Presents for everyone,
tis the season.
A gift from me to you,
how could you be so sad?
Very generous I gave you two,
thought you might be glad.
I fuel my own anger,
no need for a middle man.
How are you fine stranger?
Phase two of this divine plan.
My actions serve a cause,
relax you might feel a pinch.
let us all be silent and pause...
Take it all inch by inch.
All or nothing you say,
going deeper, all the way.
Glad I could make it all better,
next time I promise it will be wetter.
Now go to sleep american citizens,
everything is going to be fine.
Systematically controlling the planet,
one nation at a time.
08/28/05 - Wesley Hall
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