Starting a long time ago,
I became a victim,
Never knowing I had inherited the symptoms,
Of a mind full death,
How simple the idea,
Then one day woke up,
In this Hell,
So let the blood pour,
SO much to make a bank,
Letting the rest rot,
Just the same as any bank,
Blood of the corrupt,
Will soon rupture from this pressure,
Down the sides of faces,
Knee high in their karmic waste,
How sweet once one now none,
MMMmm the taste of their doom,
With a glee the thought soon fled,
The freedom once bleed now them,
Continue to stomp restrictions to fight the frictions,
Of life and religion,
All will be forgiven