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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