Blissful Nescience
Keep praising the tyrannical
By giving them power
waiting to see what unveils
In the final battle hour
They teach us to love what
is wrong mislead our every step
But as long as we are having fun
Who gives a heck
We are praising the wicked
Loving the scheme
Allowing the cynical to
Control the scene
We ask ourselves"Why pray"
if God doesn't exist
We are our own masters
Ignorance is bliss
Continuing to be lead astray
like swine towards slaughter.
They say money is the power
With power comes great fame
Ignorant that we follow
The likings of devils in chains
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