Monotype Poem by Marxist illuminatti

Crush the spirit of of a weaker man
Pour the blood into the wine
Seperate the crust from swine
Who shall so be left behind
Wither in thines embrace

Quiver thighs spread wide
To breed the lord my soul shall take
Causes for division in this jungle
No religion chooses to be humble
Brothern above idols
We are of common design
What is yours is just as well mine

Riped apart by constant degredation
Seperation, Genocide

lex Tallion

Rapture

Nothings resolved
Nothings forgiven

Nothing is left

Our crops run rancid

Our currency no longer

Our voices grow somber

Our bossoms have shriveld

Finally in morning are we united