Political distrust, they look for a God.
To decipher all the lies and see through the fog.
Tall like giants, they amuse the crowd.
The stars that beckon and look to be proud.
What was found with what was lost, they continue to joke.
Reading the word of God, after the Elohim had spoke.
Then laced, the poison administered to the ones that drank.
Having to pick up my cross and help "them" thi…
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