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The march of sinners
Ropes round the throats
Get tighter every day
In gold they trust,
In power they believe
To rule what’s not theirs
What’s not to be possessed
Defenceless innocence
In line they stand
Eaten ‘way by swine’s bile
Revolting laughter was all to be said
Self-made idols upon the gutter throne
Serving their own pleasure
Praising the damage done
This is their false pride that ruined our lives
But should these lies be a reason to boast on?
Should their tabloid crime dominate the public life?
How could we submit our trust to be swallowed by swine’s bile?

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