Blinders It takes a special kind of will to trap others in your spell. You created hell and crawl when you hear your bell. Pedigree, nobility. Oblige be damned you've shown your hand. Fetid tongued lord of dung. A Sophist slurring truthful lies. An altar of gold smelted from old. A hundred year curse This millennial thirst we're not your first. Preach humanity, while leaving your family, and in the end you'll see, the rope hanging from a tree. We all tire of the peaceful lies. Pyres built while we sit and sigh. These people tell us that we'll be okay, yet it gets darker with every day. A man. an island? A man none can stand. Killed Religion? How Quaint. Now bend over and lick your taint. 7 times 70 is not infinity but the union of need and divinity. Our dignity our posterity is not a prosperity to be plundered by ignorant masses or elitist jackasses. Preach unity, then ignore your family, and in the end you'll see, the rope hanging from a tree. We all tire of the peaceful lies. Pyres built while we try not to cry. These people tell us that it's okay, yet it gets darker with every day. Are you dense? It's not a chain but a fence. A rod by God, to keep your progressive tendency in line with your community. Two hundred thousand —raped—not enough to sate? While behind closed doors you self congratulate. Capitalism? Communism? A farce, a scam. To hide the knife within the hand. Moloch. Baal. We know your plan. We all tire of the peaceful lies. Pyres built while we wait to die. These people tell us to sit and stay, while it gets darker with every day. Preach unity, while eating your family, and in the end you'll see, the rope hanging from a tree.
