Money the Root of All Evil
Ever wonder why pains progress?
The world's under money a' stress,
Systems of exchange beat's a' brow,
The rich get richer, the poor a' dow.
For years on end the lord's not blessed,
Thanks and praise a' words a' test,
Blessed are the poor! That he said,
Listened to his words, in poverty we bled.
Hand to mouth, worked hard a' see,
Parents cannot understand what's life to be,
Now in the present all has changed,
No mercy, no love all mind's derranged.
Pennywise and pound foolish they say this still,
You wait and see when money BURNS I'll laugh at will,
Paper notes and coins that run a' mock,
Class divide! Measured by pock.
No more shall this be for I call on all,
Turn your anger towards this side,
Smash and break, kill and collide,
Don't spare! Don't spare this biased divide.
How long are you going to be slaves?
To Paper and Mint to classes a' waves,
Based on gold, on oil and soil,
Businesses thrive on coin and foil!
Your Captain-General commands, Money a' mill!
Those who resist, hesistate not their blood must spill,
Whose eyes a' fix on moneys ways,
Begin a' count, number their days.
Limb to Limb tear them a' part,
Smash their heads, in their own blood they'd bath,
Do not spare! You know what money has done,
Overthrow the money minds before the setting sun.
This Marx, Engles, and all these whores!
Let the worms of hell feast endlessely on their soars,
For it them who brought the state of this times!
Let new bells rings, away with old chimes.
Rise up and topple over, Do not fear,
For all the misery that money has give you my dear,
Do not hesistate to overthrow,
In strength and courage thou must grow.
Introduce new systems of change,
For money makes people derranged!
Anyone, I mean Anyone who resists Kill them be,
Do not spare! Punish and Kill all money-monger trees.
At the end of the day!
To marry I must have money,
To be respected I must have money,
To eat I must have money!! What nonsense is this?
When did money become the norm?
So now I plead with all my people raise up - raise up a storm,
Burn all your notes and melt your tins,
Filth they are, wash away money and you wash your sins.
Rise up the Poor!
Rise up the Castouts,
Rise up the judged,
The nations who suffered being smudged!
Call on Byzantine-Eurasia to your aid,
With Baptism by Blood! Victory is made,
In memorioum time money is lost!
Spread this revolution at all, at all your cost!
Amen!
Copyright © Viktor Horvath Eisenstein | Year Posted 2023
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