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We join hands in making supplications
Awaiting the interposition of providence 
They join hands and tickle us with promises 
And yet trombone their minute successes
The sordid subjection of our souls 
cancered with disappointments 
to the whips of men we’ve known-
products of the loins of the nation
who once identified with us
Yet with a heart to serve and mind renewed 
We are coming over to overcome
such who vainly proclaim God while in veiled secrecy pursue mammon 
Yes we’re coming, we’re taking over
Watch out.

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