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?