I know a hole,
It dreams of all the hate so perfect
and each blade he needs to reflect
As another life drains into the dirt
he just cries your my latest convert
I know a hole,
Feed it day and day, its all the same
easy exclaims a lord land given claim
And wine freely flows to grapes of wrath
while talks of poverty ends with a laugh
I know a hole,
It proclaims on all just grow and grow
then forget chains of sorrows you know
Find that we will breed, to give no quarter
in this garden horror, we’ll give you order
I know a hole,
Each day he try’s to sell you a soul
while his winning smile takes control
He just twists all your tender love
into an ever-lasting rabid flying dove
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