Feed The Beast # 3
fallen idols, sterile Bibles,
close your eyes dont touch.
give them rice, roaches and lice,
just dont give them much.
truth too strong, sell your song,
keep them marching to the beat.
riot squads, in the name of god,
kill freedom in the streets.
the wheels of justice keep on turning.
you keep spending more than you're earning.
people keep dying, bodies are burning....
feed the beast, the world keeps turning.
poem by Eric Cockrell
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