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
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