Silver Waves His Hand

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Silver waves his hand
With the slightest of ease
Men drop to their knees,
Like so many pins at bowling alleys

Before his almighty power
His manipulating silence
His corrupting sway
He buy’s not happiness
But the souls and honesty of good men





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