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Written by KI BODAS
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Monday, 13 July 2009 13:52 |
Late comers to the Millennium! You have with you something Powerful
All the World's expecting you'd Share it in full Of course, it's not the Sand or the Fossil Fuel But the Faith to Fight, what you thought Awful You didn't have One Inspiring Leadership
But you had the Global Spirit and Ownership One day you'd snugly sit in the Room of Millenium Together with the Others you'd fill in the Vacuum We would fly to the space of the Future
In Spaceship Earth, loaded with the Culture All would learn from you the Alphabet, again The Alphabet of Faith, to steel up the Fatty Brain That Steelings had been going down to Sink
As we were glued to the Hedonism ever so Stink We needed Faith to survive this Game of Dunkers The Game of Thought Wrestling, without Thinkers Yes, many Dunkers here, where did the Thinkers go?
To Dunk anything, outside the Passion of Ego The Minority owns and wastes the Resources The Majority trampled down by Nature Forces Late comers!
You have with you something Powerful
The Faith to Fight, what you thought Awful You're ready to pay your Millennium Debt in full With your Dear Life, always spent in Tearful
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