The Food of Gods
The Milky Way is millions of pastures
Earth is one of many being tended
We’re but cattle living for our masters
Our purpose we haven’t comprehended
Bred and manipulated our species
From the beginning our own DNA
Altered to create an alien series
For food and labor, then taken away
They created our religious belief
They’re our Gods and Demons, our nightly spooks
A type of monkey we were, with no grief
Now, when we state our fate, we’re labeled kooks
They enabled us to create our state
But we’re the food of Gods, make no mistake
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