The victor steals heaven and makes the righteous of heart his bitch
He treads and draws blade
Undoes zip and deflowers niiave teenage girl
Rules the world with fear
Breeds catacombs of thugs
Renders goodness absent from the earth
panache and signals
violence and deep pockets
no questions and submission at behest
The victor steals and holds appeal what pain can he have in hell
when the devil longs for his ranks to swell
Souls of little regard and eternal use
All take a piece of the action without refusal
And what is heaven without the rapture
Without it´s pointed purpose
Within each man woman and beast´s breast
is a hungry demon vexed
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