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Summon the servants that are chained at
the throat by a tarnished chain only devoted
to their prosperous fathers
A grip so tight it bruises the neck when the
beast exhales the horror's that settle internally
Galloping toward immoral intent with the set bounties
on the heads of the righteous
The dismantled bodies given back for validation
and gratuity to amuse the gods of fortune
The itching appetite grows as these hounds unearth
the leaders and thieve on the lives of the weak beneath them
Aggravation dissolves into a joyous laughter as the
oppressors loan vows to benefit the wealthy
And cast down the frail hero by hero slaughtered
in vain, assassinations of demigods in secrecy
A never ending pattern to cast down the frail and throne the elite