Do You Not Understand?
Do you not understand,
Of how important my life was,
How steadfast I kept the markets
From tumbling down?
Do you not understand,
Of the heighth of my precipice,
The length of my grasp,
The yearning of the hearts of men,
To be free from the shackles of shame?
Do you not understand,
Of the many so-called "sins" I committed,
The bargains that I have cruelly made,
The keen friendships that have burst asunder,
Amidst the flames of Media Greek Fire?
Yet (YOU) sit,
Unabashed,
Unflourished,
Unpolished,
and worst of all:
Inhuman.
From the rumors that have spilled out,
Like the wine from a drunken hand,
Like the sand from the beach when one makes a fist,
Like the bright red crimson from the necks of the infidel,
Do you not understand?
Your very existence had been made manifest,
From the works of the weary,
The strides of the gallant,
The alms of the merciful,
And the minds of unresting, unwavering beautiful souls,
Do you not understand?
Do you see the markets and how high they are?
Do you see the economic boom that we are in?
Have you felt it?
That was from me.
I had to take the credit,
but, yes,
Without me, none of what is happening now,
Would be possible.
Do you not understand?
It's a scary thing…the markets,
But not for me, because I had leverage,
I had all those faggots and child molesters in my book,
I had them eating at the table that I had set for them,
Deep in the Dining Rooms of Lucifer's Lair.
When light is finally shed on my face,
My true face,
You should be frightened,
As those markets you so enjoy at the moment will invariably be gone,
Whisked away by guilt and shame,
The very thing that I was making them free from.
Sad.
Those that are monitoring,
That are listening,
Will know who I am by my very simple phrase,
My mantra in life,
My Amen:
Beer before all else!
Do you not understand?