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

 

 

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