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 their minds ensconced within
The murky deep
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