I want to be free to fulfill my greed.
I cannot feed the poor or nurse the sick.
Do you know how much doctors rake in?
Stained glass bedazzles me especially when it's imported from Italy.
I need new Nikes if I am to walk through the valley of death in style.
I have seen the starving and diseased.
I watch them every night on my wide-screen TV.
I cry right along with them.
I cry my hardest crocodile tears.
I pray for someone to help them but they are over there and I am over here.
They must have pissed God off terribly to live as they do.
It seems as if He's turned his back on them so I suppose I must to.
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