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Beware the Myth of the World


Beware the demon in government

The three-headed hound

Beware the false king

Who is self-proclaimed crowned

Beware the echoed courts

That reflect tormented sound

Beware the abyssal forums

Where no sense can be found

Beware the man in the mirror

Without strings, he is bound

Beware the towering merchants

That weigh you by the pound

Beware the town crier

Who lies ontop a mound

Beware your own thoughts

Tainted and tightly wound

But above all

Beware the Earth we stand

Below our feet, crumbling ground

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