The message is: do not complain,
Accept your lot, poortith and pain,
Or we will string you in the sky,
Abuse your corpse, and laugh thereby.
Assume a role inferior
Or we will cut you to the core,
And bow respectful to your betters,
Us, who fabricate your fetters.
This is the message in the deed,
And woe to those who intercede,
For we will string them by your side
Like those thieves that with Jesus died.
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