Chosen one from Overvalued Ideas by Shaking Chains

Kerching!
I think I hear a higher calling

There goes the chosen one
Without his seatbelt on
He feels he has no choice
Inside his head there is a voice
It screams “I’m lonely let me out "
And schemes to keep the neighbours out
It dreams of being heard one day
The immigrant is here to stay

“Although I am a sentient
My credentials are evident
My seed should be spread far and wide
Inseminate the countryside"

It burns the smoking hills of fire
And yearns with passion and desire
The urns that overflow with ash
Are nothing compared to the cash they earn

The fire raged and spread
As people made their beds
They sleep engulfed in flames
Whilst underground infernos blaze

Here come the chosen flock
Fighting with all they’ve got
Suspicion and belief
And promises of tax relief

Kerching!
I think I hear a higher calling

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