I make God tremble,
And children soar,
You won't hear ME mumble,
It'd be the end of the war.

The war against sickness, poverty, and delusion.
Don't make me repeat this, I'm not an illusion.
Don't give it a twist, there ain't no confusion.
I'm just representin' a powerful allusion.

Hear me speak,
Hear these words,
I don't squeak,
I just burn.

Burning holes in prejudices is my specialty,
If there ain't nothin left of me,
And you won't project,
You better suspect.

Expect a journey to courage and wisdom.
Don't stray from the strict freedom.
There is a choice; regress,
Or Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Happiness.

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