The sword of evil's thirst for blood is fueled by greed.
Lust plants the seed, souls crushed seals the deed.
Dollars cause the lens of truth to be clouded, dreams of reality crowded by desires of the classes, blinded are the masses.
As the herd seek the grass greener, the water cleaner, but walk in life as the dreamer.
Corporations are our nation, and the machine devours souls.
The polls in the news are desires not our goals. We gasp at the tragedy overseas and cower like the cattle coerced by higher fees. And the patriotic fervor forever is a sin, but you buy and you live in the now, you are within.
You support the very thing you obsessively denounce, it's easy to pronounce, your ounce of fact speaks with words more conflicting, but they lack a bone in the back.
Don't tell me about deplorable convictions when you care about the materials that drive your own ambitions.
Our war stance helped you buy your khaki pants, my rants are the lance of what freedom grants.
And I oppose the many and though I hate the corporate greed. I know you talk a good game but you still plant the seed.
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(Blaming a dog that has not been house trained for peeing in the house is not the dog's fault, but the owner. Vote by your wallet not the ballot.)
