How come they think I don't;
and never can;
percieve them right and won't
be spilling rant;
they act as if they wrote
some Bible chant;
or judging gods to vote;
where I'd be grant;
when I did fully note;
their obvious plans,
that's been so poorly coat
by words of man;
whose mouth into his throat
was such a can;
of garbage that denote;
his useless hands;
I wonder where they hold,
nor they began,
such peaking pride of gold;
to speak again;
despite they're sorely old,
haven't they been;
just faking what we're told;
for their ascend;
someday their pits will mold,
to drag them in;
revenge won't be controlled,
for mine to grin;
for all I want's a world;
outside their sins;
perhaps, my own stronghold
be free within.
