Scorned by god
Destined unto hell
In life mercantile
Simple man, living, praying
For what cause
Do I prey
For what existence
Is my dream
Held in subsistence
Forever in poverty
Slavery a reality
Work to live
Live to work
Plow the fields
Pick the cotton
Day in
Day f*cking out
They dont give a damn
All i do not worth a dime
I just want my trade
Ironworks for the silver
Yet here i am
Slave to unknown existence
Bow down before those who conquer
Else you shall die
Lay down thine arms to those who slay
Else give into holy sacrifice
They fill the air with methane
Slowly so we dont know
Converting our earth to their home
The inquisition of humanity
We will be their slaves
Poisoned by the air
They already exist among us
At the highest levels
Full control of the climate
Liveable to their own kind
The scorpions of space
Will pose no threat
The artificial ones
Are subservient