Tyranny Unleashed
How huge the beast does grow
Satisfied by the fruits of our labor
Yet ever hungry again, we know
He exerts such energy as his lust grows greater
Our assets he spends with no regard
Until even our blood he draws
Disguised to most in his benefactor garb
Picking clean our bones with his insatiable jaws
Until such time the beast is slain
Because patriots refuse to yield their sword
The pulse of freedom does faintly remain
And the beast will recieve his just reward
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