Well-connected people of the world
They know well the other cogs of the machine;
oiled up robots, utterly worthless
Memories of them rot like cadaverine
Pay them for a service, then they're gone
back to the darkness from whence they came
You cannot trust them with important matters
for they are servants to money, not to God
I am not perfect, but I'd rather starve
than like in this hell-scape they call earth
Remembering the haunting memories of the wicked
Recalling those who are friends to the world
How they run to and fro, from one end to another
Enriching themselves through deceit and robbery
What kind of example are they setting
to those who want to live in peace and harmony
I will not know rest until they burn
I will not sleep peacefully till they're in hell
For they robbed me of the precious life
Took me by the hand, and led me to damnation
May 17
May 17, 2026 at 9:13 PM UTC
Well-connected people of the world
They know well the other cogs of the machine;
oiled up robots, utterly worthless
Memories of them rot like cadaverine
Pay them for a service, then they're gone
back to the darkness from whence they came
You cannot trust them with important matters
for they are servants to money, not to God
I am not perfect, but I'd rather starve
than like in this hell-scape they call earth
Remembering the haunting memories of the wicked
Recalling those who are friends to the world
How they run to and fro, from one end to another
Enriching themselves through deceit and robbery
What kind of example are they setting
to those who want to live in peace and harmony
I will not know rest until they burn
I will not sleep peacefully till they're in hell
For they robbed me of the precious life
Took me by the hand, and led me to damnation
