Aug 2018
hurry up judgement,
restoration is nowhere near at hand
people can be so evil
the sinocentric have been buying up all the land
every time jeff eats an iguana,
he's got the whole free market in his hands
too soon and too hard to understand
tiny, tiny houses to be built upon the sand
mighty mighty houses
might end up empty
mighty mighty miners
mining for a heart of cryptocurrency
for fake fortune
a pint of wine
a quart of grain
for fake fortune
kim jong un
mark zuckerberg
winklevoss twins
all made of matching pigskins
all one person
all one horsemen
all fake fortune
all one horsemen
nec·ro·man·cers quick with answers
will you be their broke financers
will you be their paraplegic dancers
world is ending
keep on lending
mining for empty
there is no vacancy in a heart of cryptocurrency
here is your drop of wine
here is your speck of grain
but there is no passing the no trespassing sign
shut the **** up new dawn,
shut the **** up new day,
shut the **** up for the rest of the day
a conman cons,
that’s his way
can you blame him for demanding more
when all he does is steal the sun from the poor
there is a darkness in those clouds
a hopelessness, a homelessness
that only insatiable greed and a 52 week high enshrouds
a rocketshit
a lottery ticket
more guilty to acquit
just because it is in his power to do it
must be nice to be your own god
trading future for fraud
taking everything
not for giving
a shield of children wielding
weapons no one knows how to use
("Sadness will come to those who build house to house and lay field to field until there is room for none but you to dwell in the land." -Sinead O'connor 'If You Had A Vineyard')
restoration is nowhere near at hand
people can be so evil
the sinocentric have been buying up all the land
every time jeff eats an iguana,
he's got the whole free market in his hands
too soon and too hard to understand
tiny, tiny houses to be built upon the sand
mighty mighty houses
might end up empty
mighty mighty miners
mining for a heart of cryptocurrency
for fake fortune
a pint of wine
a quart of grain
for fake fortune
kim jong un
mark zuckerberg
winklevoss twins
all made of matching pigskins
all one person
all one horsemen
all fake fortune
all one horsemen
nec·ro·man·cers quick with answers
will you be their broke financers
will you be their paraplegic dancers
world is ending
keep on lending
mining for empty
there is no vacancy in a heart of cryptocurrency
here is your drop of wine
here is your speck of grain
but there is no passing the no trespassing sign
shut the **** up new dawn,
shut the **** up new day,
shut the **** up for the rest of the day
a conman cons,
that’s his way
can you blame him for demanding more
when all he does is steal the sun from the poor
there is a darkness in those clouds
a hopelessness, a homelessness
that only insatiable greed and a 52 week high enshrouds
a rocketshit
a lottery ticket
more guilty to acquit
just because it is in his power to do it
must be nice to be your own god
trading future for fraud
taking everything
not for giving
a shield of children wielding
weapons no one knows how to use
("Sadness will come to those who build house to house and lay field to field until there is room for none but you to dwell in the land." -Sinead O'connor 'If You Had A Vineyard')
Micah 2:2
They covet fields and seize them, and houses, and take them. They defraud people of their homes, they rob them of their inheritance.
ISAIAH 5:8 (MSG Version)
"Doom to you who buy up all the houses and grab all the land for yourselves— Evicting the old owners, posting no trespassing signs, Taking over the country, leaving everyone homeless and landless. I overheard God-of-the-Angel-Armies say: “Those mighty houses will end up empty. Those extravagant estates will be deserted. A ten-acre vineyard will produce a pint of wine, a fifty-pound sack of seed, a quart of grain.”
They covet fields and seize them, and houses, and take them. They defraud people of their homes, they rob them of their inheritance.
ISAIAH 5:8 (MSG Version)
"Doom to you who buy up all the houses and grab all the land for yourselves— Evicting the old owners, posting no trespassing signs, Taking over the country, leaving everyone homeless and landless. I overheard God-of-the-Angel-Armies say: “Those mighty houses will end up empty. Those extravagant estates will be deserted. A ten-acre vineyard will produce a pint of wine, a fifty-pound sack of seed, a quart of grain.”
