.You sow the seeds of endless chumps,
And reap the weak with bible thumps.
You cross your T's and dot your eyes
To fill the world with vapid lies.
Your judging ways are sick to death,
Your ignorance and praying breath.
You profit from a confused land
That toils and dies to unders.
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