The state
I\'m the poacher punching the priest.
Picking up the loot of the pacifist.
God glitters, swallowing his glorious feast.
Glued to his majestic churches, grinning at his list of physical wealth
Picking up the loot of the pacifist.
God glitters, swallowing his glorious feast.
Glued to his majestic churches, grinning at his list of physical wealth