Nothing anew in the adage of the new morn of but the morrow
Just lies perpetrated by the perfunctory defenders of the zealot monolith
Yesterdays, todays, tomorrows all relative in their abashed charade of time.

Callows are they, rogues are they who can see no front, no back
Interests vested in the pursuit of unabashed rapaciousness
Mitigated blessings from the demi-gods of hypocritical self-aggrandisement.

Change is alien to the indoctrinated in our rabble of their rousing
If you cannot digest what mumbo-jumbo I spit out
You can imagine the disparate conflicting parts they are made of.