kill in the name of todays new king
told of his wings but never of the strings
While at school they make your child
sing blind to the shining glory of him
As your mother placed into a pauper grave
the priest proudly said she sinned anyway
All but to young and as slave cruelly aged
no pity found, in those factory owners eyes
For there told, they stand so very wise
before that kings, human trained brain
And all the profits you made, just pathed
rhodes of cold stone to their stately home
Now each day as their taught to pray
all they enslaved leads to the gates of eden
https://www.theguardian.com/world/2020/nov/02/uks-vaccine-taskforce-chief-shared-sensitive-documents-in-us-report-says They kill in the name of wealth
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