What business is this? Let us see, for
Your vested interests have blinded you:
Like slobbering diseased Ogres,
Who have taken up the sword against us.
We may slay you in your sleep as you try,
Desperately to understand, a surgical mistake,
An incision that reaches from the throat
Downward, to stuff you with sanity pills.
But the truth you have concealed inside,
Will spew forth like a violent fantasy in
A heartless world; full of whips, chains, and desks;
We'll pay; the key to the Bottomless Pit.
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