Gidim/Leather Chalice Split

Stunted vulture with foolish pride. Your septic culture - reason belied. Looking for scraps, you circle wide. Slink and squeeze to get inside. Squawk and croak, then run and hide with idiot brethren at your side. Your time is up, your tenure's end. Babble excuses, try to defend. Back pedal quickly into a wall. We grin as you complete your fall. I would gleefully taste the bile if the result was to purge this filth. Destroy all fascists without sympathy.

traditional

Nameless flowers crushed under the weight of monolithic feet. No heed paid to useless prayers. Staid and hoping, complacent livestock. Your prosperity: a hollow, thinly veiled farce. See the cage around you. Feel its frigid bars and know humiliation. Stay sedate and decorous or embrace the freedom of dying, starving wolves. If honor serves, strike at the titan. One will fall.