Pantokrator - We the People
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We are custodians of God
You, you are the People!
I, I am the People!
We, we are the People!
We the People ... we are to blame, it is our choice and our shame,
when we sell our rights for bread and games
Like Edom for a bowl of stew
Wanton and lewd
We trade our freedom for false security
We the People should consider the next trade we make

We the People, unto us a voice is given
We the People, unto us a choice is given, to tare down, to rebuild

Like sheep to the slaugther
Like rats to the piper
Like clouds adrift the wind

Here and now to the price of forever
A penny for your sanity
Shackles for your liberty
A pile of waste for your Soul

Come rise! Sic semper tyrannis – Thus always to tyrants
Rebellion to tyrants is obidience to God

We the people...

We the People, we the flock
We few, We happy few