Oppressor

by Rattlehead   Apr 9, 2007


You tyrant you oppressor
You steal from the poor and crush them under your feet
Laughing at their lives you care not for them
A coward you are you hide behind money like a mask
You buy protection but it won't last the last stone we will cast
You beg for your life but judgment is against you
You pray to your money a false god you praise
Gabriel has come to judge your soul
The feather of truth outweighs you
Your own deeds betray you

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