Conscience Lost
I am a tyrant, a God, if you will
Seeking the glory of gold and great thrill
Here is my crest seal and axe of young blood
Refusal is pointless, I am the flood
He escaped, however, I doubt you can
HE is watching, but there is no set ban
Free will runs wild, a shackle cast off
Freedom was given, not once did we scoff
Ponder, of course, when we found the death price
Heavenly breath caught as we rolled the dice
The world kept on dancing, none worse for wear
A debt we owed, yet not our cross to bear
Give in to the nature, her zealous throws
Winter winds taunting, through their lips it blows
Half forced to depart, the other must stay
Enclosed by all, with the wicked it lay
Do you see her? Yes her! Take her, she's yours!
Even though others saw, as the rain pours
Kick down the gates, rip them off their hinges
The drunks do nothing, blind by their binges
How can one not give into the glory?
Well, perchance because it will end their story
Self-reliance is key, sound mind the lock
When either is lost, we jump off the dock
Into the bowels of sanity lost
Only think of the price no conscience costs