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The Media Of Mammon
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Railing at the Moon The children of Mammon fight like wildcats.
For the grand prize, power and precedence.
Fight to be the first muzzle in the trough.
Marionettes all! You can see the strings.
Their envy and greed devours this, our, world.
Hands dug deep in our pockets, they buy us.
Our apathy, bought with our own money.
They build dynasties, we bury our dead.
Nations bought and sold as comodities.
By string pullers, the secret puppeteers.
Trading futures in blood, paid for in blood.
Our blood bought by the lifeblood of mammon.
Oil!
In war and in wanting.
Fuelling our world.
Fuelling our greed.
Fuelling our destruction.
While we stand like a bull, stunned, wounded and weakened.
Distracted by the dancing red cape of the media.
The media of mammon.
