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I heard them say that the meek shall reign on earth
Phantasmal myriads of sane bucolic birth
I've seen the rapture in a starving baby's eyes
Inchoate beatitude, the Lord of the flies
And what does it mean when your mind starts to stray?
Kaleidoscopic images of love on the way
Brother, you'd better get down on your ass and pay
1000 more fools are being born every fucking day
They try to tell me that the lamb is on the way
With microwave transmissions they bombard us every day
The masses are obsequious contented in their sleep
The vortex of their minds ensconced within the murky deep
And what does it mean when your mind starts to stray?
Kaleidoscopic images of love on the way
All of you, you'd better get down on your ass and pay
1000 more fools are being born every fucking day
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