Death To The Lower Class
Hidden secrets they will never tell
People became rich when the towers fell
Always someone profiting on pain
The poor gets poorer while the rich gain
Everyday is a struggle for nearly most
While the white collar will brag and even boast
Poverty stricken areas feel like a war zone
Drugs ruin people like how people kill the Ozone
Destroying each other is part of there plan
All part of a master scheme thought up by the man
Soldiers dying overseas for reasons unknown
Young kids come home with there limps all blown
Free License plates and a parking place is what you've earned
Even for the ones who's whole body is burned
Young men come home and having to shut it all off
Sounds like we are livings under a guy named Adolf
The rich are the German and the poor the Jews
We need an Anne Frank a lot of lives we will lose
You say its not as bad as it was back then
I see the divide its happening again
Not before to long we will be divided in camps
Disease, famine, and the crime rate ramps
While you dine on fine china and have a maid
Not before to long and we will no longer get paid
People doing anything to feed there loved ones
Looking like Hell all skin and bones
Stealing, assault and murder will be a way of survival
Saying this wont happen your surly in denial
Once we are fighting ourselves they have begun to win
Like Cattle at a slaughter house a blood bath will begin
It wont bother anyone who isn't the lower class
filling graves after graves by the mass
The ones that survive the first wave is cursed
Loved ones dying The babies need nursed
The water available is poisoned so
Horrible abnormalities began to grow
Mental confusion from just one drink
An epidemic is on the brink
its a matter of time before we all are affected
With all the food gone cannibalism is what is expected
The bigger packs fed on the small
The children would feed at night laughter was there call
As the children grew stronger the mutations started to change
They started losing their hair and a case of the mange
With a single bite or a scratch
A rapidly growing disease you will catch
Your mind will but overtaken with thoughts of rage
Only takes a few hours and then the bitten is on a rampage
Since we are all effected the upper class must step in to save the rest
They will get approval since it's in the peoples best interest
When the President puts in his code
He will drop things that will explode
Give it a month and they will send in the troops to make sure we are history
Kill off the survivors if there are any
Once the whole is burned they will start new
With no lower class what is the world to do
By Bobby J Evans
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