Friday, December 13, 2013

The Shaving Mill

From wretched masses you seek refuge
They'd but drudgery to fill their days
But living behind your tall iron fence
Indeed you're a greater slave than they

Reaction is inevitable
It has happened in every age
Desperation builds till it explodes
To free you from your gilded cage

Without mysticism you supposed
there would be no day of reckoning
Mob judged by there own unwritten code
Now cruel harvester is beckoning

They built this shaving mill
to execute the people's will
Now heads roll and blood spill
Runoff from the shaving mill

Mankind works by the laws of nature
The mob ungulates like waves from heat
But this is no mirage before you
as you trudge forward on tired feet

Jeers descend from ev'ry direction
So many years they stored up their hate
To be an object of mockery
Was their lot; now it's become your fate

Without mysticism you supposed
there would be no day of reckoning
Mob judged by there own unwritten code
Now cruel harvester is beckoning

They built this shaving mill
to execute the people's will
Now heads roll and blood spill
Runoff from the shaving mill

In fevered sweat violently awake
Just a dream was your reckoning day
Perhaps time left to build your police state
but it's easier to change your ways

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"Government is instituted for the common good; for the protection, safety, prosperity, and happiness of the people; and not for the profit, honor, or private interest of any one man, family, or class of men: Therefore the people alone have an incontestible unalienable, and indefeasible right to institute government; and to reform, alter, or totally change the same, when their protection, safety, prosperity, and happiness require it." -- Constitution of Massachusettes (1780)