The angel of despair
Followed closely by mayhem and disrepair
People look to their shoes
And turn to happiness with booze
The sky grows dark
The lights all go out with a spark
The rats come out of their holes
The restless maggots eat at our soles
The fires are all put out by never ending rain
And happiness is smothered in a blanket of enforced pain
The state tries to keep order and law
And breaks the saddest at their jaw
The rain grows icy and colder
And the nighttime creatures get quickly bolder
The suicide rate goes soaring
And the thick black raining oil keeps pouring
The angel shifts its gaze
And squashes the last happy blaze
It flaps its wings for bad weather
And makes the birds all lose their feathers
It picks up a whip
And sinks a refugee ship
It takes a large stone
And puts it where food should have been grown
Where it sees the old and kind
It kills them all or leaves them deaf and blind
And with a swinging mace
Rips off another smiling face
The angel of despair
Shall die that I swear
One day its luck will run out
And all the masses will shout
Today we will smile!
And in number on you we shall pile!
Till you are overwhelmed by our might!
And you must stop causing our plight!
Today we will be glad!
For all we have and once had!
Today we do away with all misery
And cut off the heads of your servants so slithery
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