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Modern Man

Ancient scriptures depict the fall of man in Revelations
Like a sadistic screenplay
The leading role played by the Antichrist
The second coming
Republicans plunging us into dark ages
Back in to Sodom and Gomorrah
Where today's man revels in his diamond bezels and embezzelments
Not knowing that with every gilded step
The devil wills his threat
Consumed by greed and the insatiable need to be in Satan's company
Company after company squander funds to feed the addiction to bank notes
Doctors prescribe fake notes to collect said bank notes
Write off patients for tax write-offs
Then relax in lavish lifestyles while a child coughs
A hack here
Blood there
Body soon found wrapped up in a corner
The coroner determines it to be a bronchial disease
Brought on by medical negligence
But not even he won't report it
His autopsy's distorted
With the doctor's orders
They both are cohorts in the conspiracy to do as little as possible
To come up with as much dollars as the economy can swallow...

The end of days is upon us
Animals feel it in the air as these assholes pass Go and collect 200
Its like we have pocket encephalitis
Spend bread like it was a virus
Passing it along to others without trying
Power purchase
Power of the dollar
Under the control of the Almighty
Fall heights from grace and land on the impoverished
The odor of dollars gives indecency a tolerant scent
As long as we keep molesting the treasury for our personal gains
Investing the economy into recession with obsession for weapons of
Mass distraction
Our past will have us by our capitalist necks
And with the blood of the soldiers we sign and cash our checks

"Only buy American-made"?
So I should only buy hurt, lies, and fertilizer?
Because you can't spell Bullshit without "Bush"
In the days of Kush
Pharoahs made physical monuments to honor their wretched legacies
In effigy
We hang our dead out to dry as a testament to his regime
In the days of Kehmet
Peasants carried royalty through the streets on broken backs
So no wonder why we wear Bush buttons
We're running back
Like Moss
Said moss gathers on settled rock forms
Guess we're like the Israelites wandering for forty years through Desert Storm
Or are we Philistines
Unwilling to see the folly that our spending has our impending dooms pending
Traitorous and ignorant
Willing to bet our children
Selling them into slavery frontlines
There is no Rumpelstiltskin to call and free them
Only Rumsfeld
Who shoots a face
Then dude negates ever seeing him
No wonder we're behind Europeans as a fourth world country
New York is New Iraq
Lady Liberty lays her torch down and picks up a picket sign
These present times
Show evident signs of the seven deadly sins in one man
Which we as a nation are directly reflective of
So in turn, we're left to dust
We protest injustice and his pretentious ways
But we're just as much to blame
We as humans became consumed with paper
Like Egyptian papyrus
Like Olde English parchment
Like Black & Mild dutches
On the crux of worldwide homicide
Apocalyptic promise brings endtime ministries to capitalize
Televangelists predict derelict rhetoric
And the selling of our souls begin again...

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