For the sheeple, and the wrest of US, wee the people.
Baaad Blood
It was the largesse gambol
Ever made
Assure abet
Living for wagers
They threw in
For allot of baaad blood
As part of a wiled and woolly herd
In this ill loom a nation
Crap shooters rolled
As snake-ize
The grift that keeps
On giving nothing
On the take
Down
To the last drop
Of baaad blood
Far beyond sheer resentment
Be wear
Of shepherds in sheep’s clothing
Threw in through fleeced
As miss herd
And over raided
A dark horse
Turning out
Mirrorly dark
And soully a beast
Of un-no’in descent
In dispute Abel blood lyin’
