A fine institution
They'd always say,
Claiming it's fortitude
Made strong by the Frey.
Bribe can be art
At the onset no worse,
Just as long as the outcome's
A well rehearsed verse.
The streets of the city
Everywhere every nook,
The whispers are heard
Behind preaching look.
The thieving
The thriving,
The success of seduction,
Concealing
Necrosis
Palace of destruction.
You present like an angel
But secretly prey,
On the meek and the weary
While your prayers you say.
Such shame did you do carry
But the burden was great,
So you passed on your excess
They carried your weight.
You question our ethics
Fortitude and pride,
To safeguard you stipped us
In depletion you hide.
Concealed and diminished
But by no means done,
We're strong and we're fearsome
In the end won.
As each little ripple
Can become a tide,
Each day you lament
Will reveal that you lied.
You chose denial
When you landed in strife,
But I see who you are
And your loathsome wife.
You thought you were clever
And cunning and smart,
All of the while
You concealed a black heart.
You may never return here
You'll never be whole,
Forever be exiled
Can't buy back your soul.
