Creepmime Soon Ripe, Soon Rotten
He that lives in hope, dances to all ill tune for wantonness knows no law and corporations have neither bodies to be punished nor souls to be damned the road to oblivion is paved with good intentions and work incentives In the world of the blind the one eyed man makes corporations corporations leaving sickness which can't be cured which must be endured One funeral brings many in civilised society a society soon ripe, soon rotten A guilty conscience needs no accuser but silence is mistaken for consent and to erris human drive out nature with a pitchfork and she'll neither come back nor breathe for us again the road of oblivion is paved with good intentions and momentary lapses of reason
