The Man With the Whip

The man with the whip takes the terrible trip Fools slide and fiends slip...soon they all land in his grip On a sinking slaveship in a sea full of sorrow Subtracting from souls...soon they beg and they borrow No today No tomorrow The man with the whip makes his money multiply While innocence slowly dies those guilty birds fly Bringing broken dreams on a billion broken wings Still he smiles like the sun hatching his plots and plans and sinister schemes The man with the whip never slumbers or sleeps Like a big bad wolf always feasting on sheep Angels weep where demons creep Where his lunatic laughter has long length and reach Where his servants and slaves they sow and they reap The man with the whip is a lecherous leach Draining lifeblood dry Bringing death to the weak