Swine

I was born into the world in the arms of a mad man Indoctrinated with thin lies, led astray Kept in the ways of the holy two planks Under the threat of the son Warped perspective, vile agenda Taught to fear and judge Given the power of a god to mortal man Narrow thoughts, narrow mind Too far gone to see your own failure Twisted perspective warped by wealth At the seat of power, at the head of greed There is no gain from hording so much wealth But the machine moves ever forward, tank treads over graves Under changing sky, hybrid mutant slaves