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Their hearts are made
of solid Stone
The mortar is of ice
Beneath their weight
The people groan
They pursue every vice

They hold the world
in their hands
Red and slick with blood
They subdue the
people of all lands
Drowning in the flood

Yes, they are the money men
They move with cunning feet
They and their offspring
Rule again
They're known as "The Elite"

They build their Fortress
strong and lofty
They live in the high Towers
They'll make them oh so craftily
Of Privilege and Power

They've hewn the rock
From quarry stones
In the deepest well
They've built
Their works upon our bones
They've risen straight
from hell

But they will find
their edifice
So beau-ti-fully wrought
When there can
be no recompense
Their works will
fall and rot

There will be
no hiding place
No rocks they
can crawl under
They will see God's
wrathful face
And be torn asunder!

My pain is only in this world
In it I'll be vexed
But I'll pass the Gates of Pearl

Joy Eternal's in the next!


SøułSurvivør
(C) 3/7/2018