Reality
God's in his heaven, all's wrong with the world,
Suffer the children - the little girls
Torture the innocent for profit or fun
Reality's made by a man with a gun.
Starving the poor to sew clothes for the gorgeous,
Marching on truth with pitchforks and torches,
Three words from a priest and rape's called love,
Reality's made by a man with a gun.
Roses are yellow, violets are too,
I can't get to heavan, I won't worship you.
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