| A shallow little jackal of a man, posing as a hawk
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| Conniving opportunist
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| Lease the blade, the gun and the bomb in the name of justice
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| A violent panacea for what ails the nation
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| In advancement for the pig
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| You’ll not wrest the truth from my hands
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| Eyes never closed — clarity
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| Clamped down in a grip so tight
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| On ordinary horror
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| Peering through a curtain of blood
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| Retribution or vengeance — it matters not which
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| As long as the pig stays on top of the ladder of bone his father has built
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| Ashes to ashes to the dust
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| Eaten spiced with ambivalence
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| The nation swallows it all whole
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| Weakened by their collective neck in the noose
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| Commerce brings war
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| Jihad has come to both sides
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| Eye for an eye fire for fire
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| Raining death as the towers crumble
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| This will never end
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| Left without a choice
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| By the fiscal elite
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| War is set in motion by higher powers
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| A pissing contest for the unknown
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| Left bankrupt we all die inside
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| As a couple jumps hand in hand to their death
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| Wrapped in swaddling lies and laid in a dumpster
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| Spoon fed shit doesn’t even turn their stomachs
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| Gaping mouths yawn for more abuse
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| Someone needs to tip the nest
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| The pig ascends
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| As I sink deeper
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| Seething, waiting for my death
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| The pig ascends
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| As I sink deeper
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| Seething, misanthropic
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| Waiting for my death |