Asher Sligh - Feast for the Hungry, Famine for the Masses

Toe-headed boy, son of a Christian man
He is the dealer's choice in fighting another's hand
God will work in his mysterious ways
His leper rot starts when you are of age
Degenerate directors film the final act
Through a twisted lens designed to distract
Deified celebrities divert the population
From recognizing sins of a corroded nation
Even by the grace of God
We blindly follow
I am not one of your odds
I will not go
It's a feast for the hungry and a famine for the masses
While some geriatric war profiteer
Send their first born grand children off to some war we have no business in
And for what? Nothing
Only to siphon oil from someone else's home
And let me tell you something
About the public's best interest
You're a tax dodging shit head
Without much time left
A nameless loser to the cannon fodder
Meaningless medals that lie of honor
No coins to cover his weary eyes
They're in the pockets of political lies
It's a feast for the hungry and a famine for the masses
Thousands die for a white man's agenda
And then they have the audacity to tell us why we should hate our neighbors
Death comes for you next

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Asher Sligh

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