Overlords Of The Cult Of Growth
I. Vicious snake-eyed lies crumble away in steady black waves of ebbing charcoal. Butterflies of iron lift upwards into the molten sky. II. Pay the cult masters for their share of the blood. In their palms, ignorance turns into cash, the unenlightened morph into fascists; it's so easy not to ponder when fed fairy tales filled with ancient hate. III. Shed the skin from off of the baby's skull, use it to start the dogs towards their brutal goal. Stomp out the truth with heavy metal-lined boots. Watch the butterflies of iron lift upwards into the molten sky. IV. There below the decadent masses kneel, bowing towards the grimy rich, oblivious to the ballooning gravity that will soon break their wavering backs. Time to toss your last pennies into the coffers of the rich; they picked your pockets on the way up, and now on they joyfully take your houses and pensions on the way down. Time to repay the cult masters their share of the blood. Time to stomp out the truth with heavy metal-lined boots. V. Vicious snake-eyed lies crumble away in steady black waves. of ebbing charcoal. Butterflies of iron rain down from the molten sky, smashing holes in every yacht and mansion constructed with the hideous geometry of stolen blood. As the filthy rich dive for cover, a righteous crimson Tsunami towers over their trembling, green-stained hands: a billion trickles of blood converge; their lungs begin to choke on war corpses and environmental sludge, their eyes bulge with the pain of the fleeced masses, and the shocked expression on their faces reveals a final lesson unlearned. VI. Time to repay the cult masters their share of the blood. Time to stomp out the lies with heavy metal-lined boots. Time to shed the skin from off of the baby's skull and use it to jumpstart the dogs of war.
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