We Said Destroy III

This is a story about three little piggies---Three little piggies who never went to market, especially on a Friday afternoon, when they stayed at home and let other people bring home the bacon. And they still do. But the rashers get thinner and thinner, and life's knives get sharper and sharper.
 This milchcow has given its last pound of flesh
 Their coffers, once full, will be emptiness
 A curse for a night time; a curse for a lifetime
 Three months have gone, and six months are due-time
 Threatening squeals; it's shut up and pay time
 For three little piggies, wither and decay time
 Happy greet, happy meet, but better happy-due-goodbye-time
 The three months have gone, it's six months to pay time
 As we have seen, the guilty have no pride
 But their lies do lead to their own suicide
 This milchcow has given its last pound of flesh
 Young coffins will fill their hearts' emptiness
 Now you have seen, I can't help but grin
 My angels are coming from deep within
 Now you have heard, I can't help but grin
 My demons are coming from deep within