By Fabrice Poussin History tells us of strange anecdotes a portly king on the scaffold the blade arrested by his foul obesity. A student of the high sciences pleads for sanity please frack and stop those dangerous mills that feed on wind and our favorite star. Put your dough in a bag for here they come to steal the daily sweat of your feeble brow
and bury it far from the greed of the enemy. While they smile at the merchant of death armed with every fear known to man and welcome him to the home he made unlivable to all. A father looks down from his throne soon he will come again for the last time and fire will burn in those hearts forever.