I would love to answer your call with the arms you don’t deserve. Beat you with the crutch you’d never need. You seem to have enough and better means than the average. I wish I saw you on the median with a sign begging for change. That change that some way keeps you the same. Afloat, but I hope you sink. Affluent sham excuse of a man. Influential to the fault, cracking on the grounds of unstable soil. Royal as the subjects toil. Justice is when you have to suffer as bad as those you disgrace to gain your spoils. I would love to answer your calls with your own weapons. What’s up now? You’ve been drowned out. The tables have turned. Hunting the hunters. Predators get the worst. The fables you learned are nothing but luster. I’ve been seeing through that shit since I was a kid. Now I see you. You fucking psychopath. What would happen if I mounted your head up on my wall? You are a failing status symbol. You stay at the top souring our culture. Rich in pus, full of antibiotics. Manufacturing trash. Selling deception. I would love to answer your call with the arms you don’t deserve. Beat you with the crutch you’d never need. Affluent sham, I hope you sink. The tables have turned I’m hunting the hunters. Killing is business, and your business is bullshit. Killing is business and fuck yourself ‘till you die.