/soy/ - Soyjaks

Racing death, survive no more
A hungry mob armed with pitchforks
Band of theives kill for sport
Steal your gold rob your corpse
Kill your horse no remorse
Cut your body into fourths
Throw the pieces in the well

Death will find you either day or night, not worth the fight
He's always right your time is nigh
You cannot avoid his all seeing eye, it's time to die
He's always right your time is nigh
Creeping hiding with his trusty scythe, it's razor sharp
He'll find you in the dark
You have no options your life is done

Rancid meat all there is to eat
Meanwhile the elite get to gorge on a feast
The fat king stuffs his face in his keep
While the serfs in the field die at his feet
The fat monarch chokes on a bone
A fight for the throne and the crops that were grown
Death is certain for all those who live