Mankinds last poison

He challenges the sincere, adopts their ways and strangles them. Sunglasses hide his eyes.
He is a fuming roadtrain made of pure gold, polluting with his chimneys and his empire in the cold.
He will cast out the rebirth of hope in the shade...
Rebirth of hope in the shade who sunk a symbol of terror. In the shade...
In the shade of glutonous vultures who would leave the land as barren as their old ideas.
Who would exchange the past for the future, intolerance, sunglasses hide their eyes.
The last oily root left a country in need. Not falling far from the tree.
The last oily root left two thorns where the dogs rub themselves. Thorns and thistles, now fresh ones are sprouting.
The last oily root who betrayed a nation and reinvigourated the saracen.
He will elevate the fuming golden roadtrain, offer him as a sacrifice to his subterranean superiors. Who furnished an industry of smoke and flying metal.Who blinded the lamb and took without asking.
Giving to the merciless American dreamer of nightmares who shades his own cursed eyes. Gold and wigs are the only salvation for this hideous emperor.
On the day of reception he will play with the ball of wool. It will be unraveled to carry our legacy far beyond the stars. Or will burn as fast as the fuming roadtrains wig. His quest is that of the lined S religion, credit, thirst and fear. Will you follow, read the book by the cover prescriptions... the scandal free success story that will guarantee the ascension of the third and final destructive enterprise.
He´ll have you buying that piece of clothing that will cost a months salary. You´ll wear it on the last day in immaculate irony to celebrate the apocalypse. He´ll smile down on you as if your father and congratulate you on your purchase. Now you can be his Chrismas tree, then merely a dried brown branch by January.
These false prophets illude us smoothly. Preaching, campaigning, buying and selling... they´ll kill to own you.