I heard them say that the meek shall reign on Earth
Phantasmal myriads of sane bucolic birth
I've seen the rapture in a starving baby's eyes
Inchoate beatitude, the lord of the flies

So what does it mean when your mind starts to stray?
Kaleidoscopic images of love on the way
Brother, you'd better get down on your knees and pay
1000 more fools are being born every fucking day

They try to tell me that the lamb is on the way
With microwave transmissions they bombard us every day
The masses are obsequious, contented in their sleep
The vortex of the minds ensconced within the murky deep

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