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You Can Sell Out Your Soul By Making Money

Oh, you can sell out your soul by making the
wrong kind of money.  And betray your country
at the same exact time!You can sell it to the devil 
by your love making time. It can all fall to pieces 
tomorrow, when your life runs out of time.
And Satan comes for your spirit at the same time!

You say you believe in freedom. But do you really
care? And you are trying to find an open door,
but you can't find it anywhere. Because all
of the open doors are bolted shut! And
nobody will have enough of anything!

You can put up your signs on highways, 
And even pay some people for their time.
And you keep on taking it to the limit
one more time!

Oh, you can sell out your country by making
the wrong kind of money. You can sell it out
by your wrongful love making time. You can
make love to all of those women, and watch
it on prime time! You can watch it on the
internet! If your country falls to pieces
tomorrow, it will run out of time!

You say you believe in freedom?
But you betray it every where.
And you are trying to fool the people.
Because you don't really care!
But you are running out of time.

You can lie to the people on prime-time!
And sell out your country to the highest
biders every single time. All for money,
and all for song! When all you were
really trying to do was commit the
highest acts of treason all along!

You can travel your nation's highways,
And have your supporters post your signs.
You can plaster your pictures every where.
And when you sell out your country,
don't expect people to really care
about you anymore at all!

You can sell out your country to
enemy foreign governments,
And be hailed as your nation's
saviors at the same time!
You can fly the banner
of socialism. You can vote
for communism.

But when it comes time for tomorrow,
your country will run out of time!
And you will lose all of your
freedoms at the same time! 

You will lose your source of heat,
and not have enough food to eat.
You will have no place to lay your head.
And you will wish to God you were
dead! And you will dream about
even having a crust of bread!

You won't have freedom to worship
God as you choose to. You will not
be able to resist your extinctions!
You can not save your planet or
yourselves from the evil of
communism!

Love as always,
Roxanne Lea Dubarry
Roxy Lea 1954
Roxy 1954/ October Country
October 23, 2020

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