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If death is what the people fear
Then give them beer
For if religion 
Is truly opium for the masses 
Then empty there glasses
And withhold there bread
Until the starving succumb 
And they finally understand 
That it is I
Who hold there lives in my hand
So if it is God they truly seek
And they do not wish to meet there maker
Then they better start praying to the undertaker
And just to be clear incase there is any confusion 
That is me
There 1 and only God on earth
If they want to prolong there stay any further 
Man who fear's no God
Fear's no divine retribution 
For him there is no hell
So what the hell
The devil may care 
And he doesn't share
He is the Opium 
The Father of a submissive nation
Who stoke his innermost desires 
To make hey while the sun shines
On his throne of demented divine crime
That lines the pockets of tax chest's 
That remain a king upon there throne
Of thorny brow and sleeplessness nights
That what he has taken by force of foe
The streets of blood blackened thick
No 1 dare challenge
Under fear of death
The stricken cower
Knowing yet this common man
Is flesh and blood
And 1 day 2 will die
Only to replaced 
By another unhinged reprebate
Who will replicate 
The power cycle 
Caught up in the mantle mire
Of head of state
Kneel before me
I am all

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