So bellows the wicked minion of sorrow
Desperately hoping there is never a tomorrow
The biggest demon with the most vicious bark
that thrives in their holy cage of an ark
They wield power like an Englishman's rod
Exercise brute force to make their children applaud
The most perfect crime is healed by perfect intention
And the systematic control so it never be mentioned
'You don't understand now, but one day you will'
What it means is it will never matter what you feel
Stop crying, grow up, you can't stay so weak
I'm here to help; you must listen, whenever I speak
Don't at look the body this evil calls home
It's the corpse filled with poison, an insidious drone
They don't look in their eyes or you'll see the insanity
They don't want you to know this truth of humanity
You have no god, no savior, no help
So do what they say; relinquish yourself
Don't resist or revolt; behave, or else
9/5/15
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