Zealous Inequity Lyrics

Sorrow becomes but a folly
when jesters weep in costume
The howling discord of the unsatisfied
rends me unto fits of laughter

Reaching arms and open mouths
swayed by grief and dreams of fortune
I witness these sorrows before me
and smell them sour on greedy breath
decry those whom destiny saddled
whimpering for an equal portion

How clever they smirk under hooded cloth
burning their homes to protest yours
the fires of hell are frigid cold
compared to these of jealous wh--es

I will feed you naught
woebegone beggar of idle hands
Beseech thy neighborly coin
And they too wish right-rid of you

You

Black hearted wretches
uprooting the steadfast
injecting feigned inequity
like poison to foolish ears

Clamoring upon refuse
Your good for nothing hands are bare
Whilst mocking the great empire
you cannot cure your own hunger

How far stretches forced pity
for thieves and slighting tongues?
How must I suffer loud pillocks
the yammering of the unbeaten?

Time will pity your welts
black rags warm sickly skin
morality of the inferior-
wasted deaths will be ignored

You've swindled from one at last
whom smiling cures your abhorrent life

I would drown you as a maimed bird
If I held but the waste of glove.
Nothing stirs the violence in kind men
like the virtues of an un-whipped slave