The sweet, white processed illusion of the devils seamen,
The cunning contract of your conscious addiction,
The taste soo bland that nothing compares,
So you suckle the bosom of the beast cast in fire and flames!!!
The bounty of the baker may seem in your favor,
But that figure is fraught with perplexing hexes,
That entwine with a power of a fearful hour,
Though many
assume the doughs full of water,
Its probably as likely to be filled with rat-we!!!
But why must this stench linger?
You point an accusing finger,
Towards a man in the right attire,
And who do you find staring back through the gloom?
Yourself you fucking buffoon!
There is injustice whilst we fight one another,
Brother backstabbing Brother, Sister shortchanging sister,
Politicians making roads for their masters, blocking off pathways for their followers,
The bankers, the lords, the ladys and the empire; like backward thinking Alchemist's,
Turn your gold into lead, your teeth into metal and your mind into madness!!!
Its probably as likely to be filled with rat-we!!!
But why must this stench linger?
You point an accusing finger,
Towards a man in the right attire,
And who do you find staring back through the gloom?
Yourself you fucking buffoon!
There is injustice whilst we fight one another,
Brother backstabbing Brother, Sister shortchanging sister,
Politicians making roads for their masters, blocking off pathways for their followers,
The bankers, the lords, the ladys and the empire; like backward thinking Alchemist's,
Turn your gold into lead, your teeth into metal and your mind into madness!!!
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