I sing the ballad of Jeffrey Epstein
With his island of underage dames
He had connections, a kind of go-between
If hell exists, he's in the flames.
Lots of folks knew of his appetites
But he had connections, he had clout
Now all sorts of bigwigs are in the gun sights
If elected, we should kick them out.
Of course we have to be careful in the naming
Some people just overlooked sins, to get a connection
He was a low life liar too, not above framing
But its sickening to look at the contacts collection.
There's a lesson here, to stay away
From any man whose got demons to hide
Black and white, avoid shades of gray
Or he'll take you for that devil ride.
From the dead, his hand reaches, naming names.
Dragging people down, dragging them below
Lives move on, but their honor stained
Some truths, I'd rather not know.
“Better World”
I am sharp and I boiling in anger like burning lava
I will break and crush the corruption and injustice;
That rooted in the society
And making the people foolish and
Tie tie fish.
I am dreadful; I am huge and hungry in blood
I am dedicated to necessitous
Listen this.
I live in proletarian and very much hungry
But I acquired the strength from my goddess mom
To give birth to the rebel poor proletarian
To jump to your corrupted world
To destruct each and
Everything.
My goddess mom makes me the rebel one
That is flowing in my veins in each and every channel.
I can't bear any discrimination but
Feel pain in return.
I'll make the equality in each corner of the world
I'll kill the corruption and the corrupters
To make a better
World.
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