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.

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