Job For A Cowboy
"Summon the Hounds"

Summon the servants that are chained at the throat by a tarnished chain only devoted to their prosperous fathers
A grip so tight it bruises the neck when the beast enhales the horror's that settle internally
Galloping towards immoral intent with the set bounties on the heads of the righteous
The itching appetite grows as these hounds unearth the leaders and thieve on the lives of the weak beneath them
Aggravation dissolves into a joyous laughter as the oppressors loan vows to benefit the wealthy
And cast down the frail hero by hero slaughtered in vain, assassinations of demigods in sevrecy
A never ending pattern to cast down the frail and throne the elite