Economic crisis

from its ice cold marbel heart dictate its way in the stormy sea where gory demons lurk for mistakes mercilessly they execute their preys how could cruel blind arrogant admirals lead this ship from their warm chairs how could they sail when our sails are beneath their bloody meals cooked of our intoxicated bodies with their lies and knavish tricks. but all the seas have an end like all the unfair dictators and their plans wind will blow again in our sails and Calypso will lead us thrue the stormy seas and a big golden sun will decorate our blue sky as soon as the bastards are kicked of our board.