For Power

What shield guards the heart is not estranged to hate. What armor shields the
 arms that aren't ashamed to take. Once you let greed inside you push virtue
 aside. Cause everything has a price and there is nothing they can't buy. Still
 you raise your cup and drink to the blood on the market. And if a beast shows
 his teeth, he will feast on the weak. Clever men hack at the trunk with brides
 and ploys. To sever men at the stem, to destroy them. Still you raise your cup
 and drink to the blood on the market. And if a beast shows his teeth, he will
 feast on the weak. Your charade is a patriot's campaign. You distract men with
 crusades. You persuade us with parades. Only war is your gain. You were
 supposed to lead us. Why did you lead us astray? Was this in your design, to
 lead us to the mass grave?