Swine impoverished at the hands of their own inferior breed
Their mouths cries 'murder!', while their monies sanction suicide
Envy and baseness cannot and will not corrupt greatness
The lowly's blood-currency will purchase no crime when they've been sterilized
A shameful folly that efalls an economic mastery
As lawlessness as stately rule finally meets its final end
In an age where ones complete uselessness represents no value
The self-sacrificing servant will have his life wrecked on a thousand levels

Cripple the chastised
Bury them under
The earth that we won
The champions right

Right the wrongs of a cold war's bloodshed
Where to be coerced of a pittance is to surrender opulence
The new ethic: to recognise might
As the mar of ones capacity to conquer men
With the dollar, the weapon, the lifeline, the higher power

Emasculate all that mates just to populate a state of knaves
Desexulaise the spawn of the never-should-be born
Prostrate!

And so dawns a new era
Where my crippling of you is not only moral, but just
Where my prosperity and supremacy go hand in hand
No more envy tipped bullets of subjacent men
Will pierce my life's armour and bring me down to what I'm not
The invertebrate rapists of wealth shall perish
I shall gain a marked profit in their infertility

Cripple the chastised
Bury them under
The earth that we won
There is no wrath like the captive scorn uncaged

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