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Plantation Salva
A damning God
Seems quite odd
Why the fuss
Since He made us
Didn’t He know
How it would go
A fruitless problem
Closed the Garden
Making the nomad
Always a little sad
Chasing a dream
A meaningless scheme
Killing, making war
Settling an endless score
God sent preachers
Hideous, pious creatures
Listening to what they tell
Made us further rebel
Hate the wait
Fate is late
Will, for me
But it ain’t free
Sow and reap
Fail and weep
What a bore
Craving more
The color of skin
The depth of sin
Chosen people
Erect steeple
While we are here
Twisted in fear
God is over there
Cursed, so unfair
Settle the wild
Birth the child
He’s the Word
Judged absurd
A Master disaster
Kill the Bastard
Where can we hide
No place to abide
Then a voice
Offers a choice
His life, your Eden
Everything you’ve been needin’,
Your Plantation Salva
Is assembling
For you to discern
With a holy trembling
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