Rhine

They should jump upon the One,

as soon as Misery began to run.

Touted that they knew you,

to bad, so sad, only few, YA!

Who did make it? Who did take it?

Changed their will, in ease of still,

manipulate with body ill's.

All they did was fill their tills.

Rang the Bell, Call to War!

Words of Dell, computer smell,

making money, call him, "Honey."

Living Trust, like a bunny,
jumped and thought if funny,
broke the "will", reset accounts,
took it all and, they were small.

Never caught, no one cares.

All the victims in disrepair,
dead and gone,
no voice to song.

Do you care?
or will I share?


No one listens when I glisten.

Filthy rich and then they witch,
circle Coven,
that ain't lovin'!

Women strong,
Men are wrong,
just like man-witch,
you're a sandwich,
grit and grind,
then your mined. (rhine)

K.A.P.