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Avarice the Inexorable

I take from the rich And I give To the richer Grow Money trees And then watch the world wither I've slithered In gardens of green Dripping red With a purity hood Draping over my head I have poisoned the fountain Of youth To retain My control of this endless Monopoly game As my capital gains A skyscraper a day To the skyrocket Stock market Locke's do I pray Upon all to be blessed With lavish excess But succession of kings My investment incest To breed wealthier nations Uncommon in man Through unhealthier rations' Invisible Hand Do I muppet the mouths And harp on the heartstrings As I tug on the chains Of the slaves Freedom rings And that fat lady sings All she wants I will cling To this power With eagle-lied, Vulturous talons Devour The will And then kill the bills, Billing blood that I spill With impunity Robbery, Poverty Property I am the law There is no order stopping me No cherry topping me No global powers’ High towers Are topping me No master forces endorsed Are out-shopping me Spending spree On the lost souls Now to bending knee Fall And enthrall in the terror Of my urban sprawl Making maggots of masses' Automaton dreams Into my gilded ages' New pyramid schemes You can call me a liar Truth is No concern To the one who reigns fire With oil to burn Down upon the deniers Until they all learn I'll recruit body bags To preach life to the choir And when the screen lags Train these dogs to play dead, Lay their own on a wire In so doing shred The carnage they desire So I can play God And with demons conspire A masterful plan To command the economy Zombie hive mind Get in line For lobotomy My progeny Multiply to consume And consume And consume 'Til the fucking last fume Dissipates into space The good fortunes of Earth All amounting to waste With the mother who nurtured you Raped and disgraced The four steeds Of Apocalypse Nothing but paste For I win every time I with you Humans race
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michael-marchese
31 / M
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31 / M
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Feb 8, 2019
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