When Inês Peres de Castro was exhumed, after her bloodthirsty murder,
At least she received due recognition as King Pedro’s Queen.
When you exhumed me, in spite of my authoring the political document
That guards your freedom, health and happiness,
You threw me into prison, the Federal Reserve,
Where I still await release.
You obese TV-addicted idiots–get that KFC lump outta your mouth–
Say there are no conspiracies in the Land of the Free,
But just look at where you dumped my body,
Precisely the type of prison I warned you about
And what the Constitution is designed to prevent manifesting!
Freedom vs tyranny
Mr Adams and I lived and died together fighting for Freedom,
But you six-legged traitors have all fallen
Under Mr Hamilton’s spell Made in Geryon
Wherein you beg for your own putrid demise.
What could be the greatest nation on Earth
You Prozac-flavored shitheads are converting
Into an interest-bearing poisonous wasteland
Where you goose step hand in hand with
Your latest teleprompter messiah into
The permanent darkness you seek.