The world is written with pain,
joy engraved in red stains, tainted the walls
in finger patterns red as the setting day, shouts in the distance decline by the day,
screaming you can never take our place,
our joy will cover till where the horizon lays,
even when the clouds continue to gray,
your sinful gaze we see from a mile away,
men of power,
with hearts as dry as day.
Troubled lands, rugged hands, a world in chains
the toll, the price to sustain,
a living only in name, the fall, men who give sorrow for gain, preach about peace and then finance the wars, stealing the pennies that hard-working man abore, and it's plain as day, giving their life away, for a future that's uncertain not with evil men at play,
keeping the gold and giving the pennies away.

Yes, evil men I dare say, the many who rule and seat at tables many could only ever envy, with the masses screaming "even if only a taste". Shining their fraud of a sun on many men still weeping, preaching with heavy tongues well versed in deceit, smile at the masses while hiding their teeth, bare fangs that sting
their greed and ego on display, giving men poverty and then speak of plights to dismay those with sight, for if even by one day they are delayed then their evil may have it's way.
Machine men with alcohol minds,
gluttonous bastards, how much will they take till their palates are filled,
fill, history will forget all that you've given away,
but the price for theft they'll have to pay,
climbing highs that are steep
and they'll get their day, when the cheque is finally put their face,
vicious men, till plenty overfills they'll never have their way,
preaching peace with silver tongues well versed in deceit.

Help! Help! we're in need,
don't wait to see dire need to know this life is real,
don't preach what you can't keep,
don't fall into the rat race, trying to save face when the light is aimed at yourself.
Greed, hate and envy are a pain,
The cost of good is everything there is to gain.


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