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In God we Trust Don’t make me sick I will not fall For that cunning trick I have an advantage My mind is free To search To explore This sham fallacy JC is a fake There to control Suppress all your needs If you enter his fold But .. You don’t fool me With your pious act Whiter then white Whilst you’re flat on your back Flat on your back With the ***** down the road Or the hiding the sausage Before you explode I cannot abide This man in a frock Who preaches the word Like a babbling brock So … **** your ******** **** your lies **** your hate And all that underlies For I am THE  SHEPHERD And … I walk alone I am a my own person Not anyone’s CLONE
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Dec 3, 2010
Dec 3, 2010 at 1:04 AM UTC
In God we Trust
In God we Trust Don’t make me sick I will not fall For that cunning trick I have an advantage My mind is free To search To explore This sham fallacy JC is a fake There to control Suppress all your needs If you enter his fold But .. You don’t fool me With your pious act Whiter then white Whilst you’re flat on your back Flat on your back With the ***** down the road Or the hiding the sausage Before you explode I cannot abide This man in a frock Who preaches the word Like a babbling brock So … **** your ******** **** your lies **** your hate And all that underlies For I am THE  SHEPHERD And … I walk alone I am a my own person Not anyone’s CLONE
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Dec 3, 2010
Dec 3, 2010 at 1:04 AM UTC
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