I declare my love for the world to be null and void!

Washington's bills are nice but cannot pay our bills.
My way of thinking is controlled by two old wills.
Taxes, death and facts form the unholy threesome.
Are the Horsemen waiting for the Antichrist to come?
Continents are interlocked in (un)friendly fights
and David turned yellow during crystal nights.
The deadly sins have their knives against our throats.
I wish Noah and his passengers have missed their boat.
I showed the blind the truth and nine didn't even thank me.
Commandments are like plagues that bring us misery.
Stupid governments turn the cruelty up to 11.
The cleanest dozen dines while the host waits for heaven.
The black cat of the family gives him the kiss of death.
My state of mind is on crossing their path till my final breath.
Fame lasts short; stars abuse it for their own gain.
Life isn't super sweet; it's bittersweet and full of pain.

A new life has begun; I cease to live under corrupt powers.
It's our goal to score for the day that seems to be ours.
It suits those fools well to hunt the weak, week after week.
We all look for mutual pleasure; why don't we get what we seek?

Visions of this world are too graphic.
Longer lines are caused by jammed traffic.
Business is hungry for freshly made pies
but when colorless bars appear, it cries.

We have no phile for numbers or graphs.
Math men live when we have the last laughs.