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Billy's gone to meet his ****** The odds aren't in his favor. The Omniscient will ask the questions: *Where's the money, Billy. The pennies from the multitudes That built your mansions, Clothed and fed you, Lavished yours in comfort and light, While my children around the world Died from hunger, disease and war. Open the ledgers, Billy. This is your final accounting*.
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Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC
The Good Book's Open
Billy's gone to meet his ****** The odds aren't in his favor. The Omniscient will ask the questions: *Where's the money, Billy. The pennies from the multitudes That built your mansions, Clothed and fed you, Lavished yours in comfort and light, While my children around the world Died from hunger, disease and war. Open the ledgers, Billy. This is your final accounting*.
The Omniscient already knows where the money goes.
francie-lynch
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Feb 21, 2018
Feb 21, 2018 at 9:36 AM UTC
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