2007-08-22 - the self willed heir
all of the ways love leads none of the ways hate would reaching to meet the needs sure could do some good but by the beating of those drums something wicked this way comes they bark like a cocky spaniel press flesh like Pappy O'Daniel percussions of rhythyms astray pompous and bloated are they presumption's the word of the day for the natives of Havitchurway they've slaughtered and eaten the prophets whose shrunken heads swing from their soffits they're drunk on the blood of the weak and boast of great things when they speak their heroes are those who align with the idols of selfish design bowing before their own will uniting in cause to fulfill their hidden agenda to make you surrender your soul to the empire they build say a prayer for the heir, self-willed, to dispair for the innocent killed for the poor whom they've crushed in the press they bum-rushed and usurped by their treacherous greed say a prayer for the children in need all the ways love leads none of the ways hate would reaching to meet the needs sure could do some good love is the only right way and "God is love" as they say so remember this when'er you pray a hatred for hatred's ok
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