When Capitalism has been Stripped Naked by her own self, she will Discover in the Light of Truth that she was just an Old Whore to begin with, and that all of her Lovers have Forsaken her: because she STINKS! Yes, from the Crown of her Itching Head, unto the Soles of her Stinking Feet, she is nothing but a Walking Abscess, a Bundle of Tumors in a Bag of Horrors that is Filled with Poisonous Snakes, which no one Dares to Cut into, lest it should Bleed Eternal Lies on the Heads of the Children who are Forced to Feast at her Knees, and to Lick up the Slime of her Lies, who are given Certificates of Accomplishment for Drinking her Cancerous Milk, and for Combing her Entangled Financial Hair, which Covers her Drooling Face, which Appears to Long for the Day when she can just DIE, and be Forgotten Forever.
