When I rule the world,
You’ll be the first to receive the bullet.
You think you own us, our lives,
You think you can decide
Who’s to live or die.
Who appointed you judge?
You in your filthy hidden bog,
Wollowing like swines.
You war mongering mongrels,
You who don’t even know who you are.
You think you can change the course of history with your transparent lies.
And you know very well whom you worship,
And you try to gild your bowels, with the gold you stole from the poor.
And for what?
“If we can’t defeat them, at least we will watch them die”
And the sad part is you seem to forget we will all face the Judge.
Have you thought about what your answer will be?