seven principals of servitude

is there a secret place where culture vultures meet

do you wait outside the gates of broken banks on wallstreet

with leafletts recruiting the crème de la crème of sweet talkers

the automatons running on nothing but misery

smooth lickin’ mommas and papas living on the humanity of others

those sucking the last bit of trust and hope from souls

hunting for anything innocent or trusting

travelling packs of succubus and incubus delighting in destruction

well dressed, well groomed, well educated, well intending, well played

the descendants of cortez and columbus groves of lily white killers

but we are in trees watching, waiting, soon to extinguish your madness