And as the captain
Spreads his hand
To preach the plan of action
On the feild
Troops
Replace action with satisfaction
And churches bleed
Made of more than nothing
But bricks
But seeking angels who matyr
On RED hills with GREEN sticks
The sulking truth lies behind
The trash can in that alley
The one you pass by everyday
And grimace because it's funky
Walking around and seeing terrorirm
Created verbally
To crucify the disestablishment of this terrorism
To hate anti-disestablishmentarianism
Children's minds turning into war casualties
All something we can't untie
Because the choir boy talks
As the preacher philosophies
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