Our Nation's Vain Oblation Part 2
There is still time, to re group, the troop,
The very root
That’s the real deal,
For it is a holy field!
Remember always, it’s the root that supports the tree,
No matter how large the tree be,
That would be you and me!
The government is our servant,
Don’t you think it’s time we deserve it,
If so, lets us preserve it!
Guys, it’s like unrighteous salmon,
Going down the tree, and the tree is twiddle dee,
Don’t you see, that’s you and me!
It’s the unrighteous mammon,
That has, and will continue to cause the world’s famine,
Carried by the salmon,
Down the tree,
That will spoil the root, you see!
The government above government,
The cover of government,
Is God who is love above, the gov!
God the big picture,
Not the elixir,
Of the harlot,
Of scarlet!
Now Isaiah saya, God saya,
My thoughts and my ways,
Will blaze, my says.
My love is source,
Of course.
You have a wal-mart of heart,
Go there,
And you will declare,
My! The abundance of the supply,
It’s higher than the sky!
But why, do you leave it on the shelf,
Un till nothing is left,
Of the mind’s kind!
If you would go to my Wal mart,
Into your heart,
To start.
Love’s kind in time,
Would change your corporate mind,
To a blue and true,
That is really you!
Let us not talk about Obama,
Let us be a little calmer.
But God above is the bomber
And the comma!
Obama will for now do,
To pursue,
God’s view!
Our nation’s complacency,
Is what caused our vacancy,
Of course, of love’s source,
And this could eventually cause a divorce!
There is a higher reality,
Which is of love’s vitality,
Higher than the mind’s reality,
Minus any vitality!
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