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The Romans could never have tortured Jesus as much as his believers do now.
If it is humiliating and dreadfully painful to be crucified,
How much more punishing to have your likeness cast in stone,
Only to be displayed before the whole world, naked, and dying on a cross?

For the love of christ, still we drink his blood, and tear apart his flesh
Pieces small enough to be shared among an overcrowded planet

For the love of christ, of cannibalistic doctrine, the brutal devotion
Of a way of life that is, in it's everyday functioning, a terrifying miracle.

So, if there is a hand that feeds, it does so only while the other remains cocked,
And only with the help of indutrial strength blades - the modern platter.
Unlike pavlov's students, we are not easily convinced,
And since Columbus met the Arawaks,
these nations have resisted.

But there is no revenge in biting a steel hand, in a virtual land
Our own blood, Our own tears, Our own sweat stolen from us,
First the massa's children eat, of cannibalistic victory, the brutal devotion
Then Our lives are sold back to us, to keep us begging for more.

Uncle Sam is a pimp.
Millions of schoolchildren every year sold Liberty & Justice
After five centuries of warfare, there are only two hostages.
Both women pulverized, tokenized, and carefully implanted inside our heads
All of our messiahs are either blind, assimilated, or crucified.

Lady Liberty, you should have seen your true self, back when you were
One of eighty million transatlantic captives - the one that broke free.
Now that woman lies forgotten, like so much industrial waste
In a land where mountains turn to paper, and trees become prisons.

Lady Justice, these past five centuries have been quite an adventure
I wish you could have seen it with your own eyes.
Because I know,
If you weren't made of stone, you would surely have spoken up, fought back.
In your name, they have poisoned us all, and live off of our rotting flesh

For God and Country, of cannabilistic freedom, the brutal devotion
Of a gentle suicide, that is, in it's everyday functioning, a terrifying miracle.

- Taylor Sparrow