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Pay attention if you are rich,
Please listen close to my sales pitch;
Cry and moan about the misery,
That comes to you through victory.
Your riches and wealth have decayed,
As interest payouts delayed;
Moths have eaten all of your clothes,
No longer smelling like a rose.
All of your stocks have eroded,
Your gold and silver corroded;
And it will be used against you,
As evidence that is in view.
Like fire or Obamacare,
It will destroy you if you dare;
A nation gone into default,
The government grinds to a halt.
Your stored riches not any good,
Worthless paper metal and wood;
The taxes you refuse to pay,
Puts you into a jail to stay.
The Lord of the Armies heard cries,
Those who have gathered asked the whys;
You have lived pleasure here on earth,
Luxury living of its worth...
Fattened for the day of slaughter,
Meat cleaver in hands of daughter;
Preparing choice cuts of fresh meat,
For the poor so that they can eat.
You have condemned and murdered those,
People that the Lord Himself chose;
Even though they did not resist,
You treat them like they not exist.
Copyright © 2013 Richard Newton Sherrer
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The Day of Slaughter
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