-gluttons for sin-

August 3, 2010
we bleeders by night must slumber in time
but a restless sleeper can turn on a dime
wealth shall pour from every pore
with blood of money they thirst for more
so thick in greed, a hemorrhage
gore promenade, and red dressage
butcher lords in the broad of day
until darkness comes to drain away
sickly safety of what naught they know
rage against avarice deadens the blow
and feeds the seeds of treason's wrath
the world market!
a twenty-first century bloodbath.

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