The war on hate continues on
fueled by corporations around the world
they're sticky like honey...
they're in love with the sound of...
"cha-ching, money---"
it starts with a house at the end of a street..
spreading with rain...
trampled by boots...
it gathers more pain
to leave its next stain
on snow colored white
crimson red
staining the dead..
It may have all started with a hateful stare...
an unkind word...
perhaps, a spiteful glare
enough for it to fuel the fire
(an ego desire)
to right the wrong of what had been done
unjust in the eyes of the hater
    revenge that had to be carried out..
sooner rather than later...
the circle is now complete
spinning round n' round...
with the violent sound
of bombs ripping, and tearing
flesh on the ground
Meanwhile the Dow is up...
n' all the fat cats on Wallstreet
are just living it up...
so happy they cashed in
knowing when it would all begin...
before it was too late...
to make money on all the hate.