Political Delusions
delusions of grandeur
sleeping with your voodoo doll
so strong is your hate
gorging on singular equations
the masses
not immune to your savagery
gives you free reign
to take
blinding them with beauty
giving only what they need
lead them to glory
following the white rabbit
down the hole
make sure they took their pills
it don't matter
not anymore
master of their fates
your masses of sheep
you protect from us wolves
whose hungry bellies growl
with injustice
with white hot rage
they are the ones who see you
see you clearly
run fast to you tea party
with all your mad friends
hurry now
the wolves howl
nipping at your heels
run now
take your doll
take your sheep
hurry now
you'll be late (c)mjr
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