the caviar of kansas, sweet nuts upon the plate
the ministry of russia, head bangin', would not wait
we prate in boots and bonnets wantin' guns cuz we're irate
the children of the world eat dust while you all celebrate
and the breeze has an incense from the Throne
do ya smell that burnin' incense from the Throne?
the royals just got buried still it is not july six
this spring the duke got married 'bout the first time he was kissed
our armies aim at libya about a hundred GI drones
the pope prays moral rectitude on ev'ry hellfire flown
in the breezes with th' incense from the Throne
can't ya smell that burnin' incense from the Throne?
pure winter red in piles on asphalt, gravel, and the grass
the price is several cents per bushel under kenya's cold hard cash
the kenyans text the chinese 'we are dyin' - get here fast!'
will the chinese buy up tons of wheat tell kenya 'kiss my ass'?
now the western world is cooking up another god to seek
but, usama, God still loves you who would turn the other cheek
then to ash reduce this empire burn down babylon this week--
commodities on fire hot as hades as we speak
can't ya smell that burnin' incense from the Throne?
refrain
don't ya smell that burnin' incense from the Throne?
do ya smell that golden censer in God's home?
can't ya smell that burnin' incense from the Throne?
some angels at His alter hear us groan..
©2011 g.o.
* http://mbible.com/niv/revelation/8.htm
