Thou Shalt Not Feed On Our Needful Hearts...

There is a needing for those in the ruling classes,
To feel that they are of a superior intellect to the working classes.

"England would be fuck all without our fighting spirit"

Do fear the working classes.
Do not needlessly fill your minds with hatred for those beneath you.
We are not the ones you should cast a glaring eye at.
We are not the ones who rob your of your worth.
We Are the ones who build your many million pound mansions,
We are the ones who cook your food,
We are the ones who clean your homes that we have built,
We are the ones beneath you,
Supporting you.
What gratification do we receive for this effort.

I ask you, Who will protect you when we are all gone?
Who will protect you when we have lost the heart to suffer,
Lost the will and the courage and the strength.
Our children's children.
They are the ones who will fight your unjust war,
They are the ones who will fight your jihad.
They will fight for you.
They will show the strength and the courage and the will,
That is required.
That is required.

When they are all gone,
Who will suffer beneath you.
Who will accept this pitiful excuse for wage.
We will not submit any further.
We will not suffer beneath this.
We will fight with a vengeance.
A vengeance the likes of which have not been seen.
We will rebel.
We will conquer.
We will govern.
We will rule.
We will become the ruling classes.
Who will polish our shoes then?

The foreigners, thats who.