Feeble speak through parables,
not so loud as the terribles
who market status quo.
I've read this once before, I think
'twas in between B.C./A.D.
when the leaders sold their souls.
Rabbis & taxes,
Caesar's back lashes,
all for followers having faith.
Those with half a heart stood up,
for love and peace without corrupt
agendas working toward no graceful end.
Shackles found their way to wrists,
nails found ways through open fists,
for demons cannot survive when they're exposed.
Natives never chose Babylon,
forced into the machine when they're born.
We could move on without insanity of this game.
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