The vanity of my religion
Here comes the rain
So thick old men can chew
In a fire fog of nothing new
Grinding ideas by the divine
Alacrity oppressive monarchy
Free market democracy value
Till the people cry
The morality of barking dogs
A commodity to be sold
Lawyers slamming the gavel down
Their words flow in a current of syrup
Integrity an honesty needing a pill
The vanity of my religion
Feeling refreshed in the rain
Draped in the syrupy words of integrity
A fog repackaged by fire
Eating breakfast with a judge
Who swears she was an honesty lawyer
Democracy has a market value
Many faces depending on desire
The commodity of morality
Was that judges name Satino?
Justifying inequality
And disproportional disparity
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