The Fall Of the Sons of Belial

Engineers of our despair
The common man,
They don't care
Joe the Plumber
Couldn't be dumber
Than to listen
To useless media chatter,
While rich bankers
Just get fatter.
Rich, they are,
And avaricious
Cannibals who think
Pain is delicious.
Self-serving and
Amoral pricks,
I can take
All your licks.
Fat and decadent
You have become,
I hear the boom of
The barbaric drum
What doesn't kill
Me makes me stronger.
You can kill me,
But you cant
Win any longer.
I will outlast you,
Night follows day
The Fall of Empire
Is on it's way.
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Posted: Feb 2010

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Apostophe
A fact.

Once you're at the top you can only go down.
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