On Judgement Day
Per capita,
I'm just a stalk on the corn field,
Of many people,
Beginning to grow like life,
This is truth
this God have been telling,
I'm his gift of love,
Children of the world,
Sheep and lambs of innocence,
Per capita,
my kins and resemblance,
We're all tallys to his experiment,
We're put in a basket,
And rotten apples can be Judge,
And thrown from the best,
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