Dictatorship Delusion
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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