Eat the fat to clense your worth
See your god to buy your birth
Beleive the lies, hymen the nights
Another place to lay the maggots
Drink the Oil and wash down Tablets
after all, your only the middle class human remains
after all, your city will fall and withhold their withstrains
leaving you and your blood colored rains
drink of god and hear their word
the bible was sold to the highest bidder
and it's not jesus, telling you what you want to hear
it's the 'profits' and the 'prophets' words
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem