We three kings oriented are
Seeking gifts we coerce so far
From the sheep upon the mountain
Plundering their cash jar.

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O star of plunder, star of fright
Star with shame and guilt so trite
Still misleading, still proceeding
Beguile us perfectly out-right.

Born a King on Mo-Royalty's plain
Bring us gold to crown again,
Bling forever, ceasing never
Over peeps all to reign.

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No common sense to offer have I,
Dollars and cents are Deity nigh
Pray'r and praising, all fund raising,
Entrepreneurship is our high.

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Mammon is mine, it's sweet perfume
Breathes of life of gathering bloom
Flowering, signing, donating, prying,
Funds from those in the tomb.

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Glorious City Creek Mall arise,
A profit margin we surmise
More shops and condos to ya
Damn the poor, ignore their cries.

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