A world unraveled
Where the gods of men rest their hands upon
The throats of honest men, so burdened
By our circumstances, taking chances
We never should have taken
To live like kings, it would seem
The presiding royal family takes
Umbrage at the idea of company
And they shout, "You are the unwashed masses,
You've no place in this establishment!"
And wonder why we take from them
When our stomachs turn in
Hunger and disgust
At these vultured seconds
Wonder why we're raking in
The radiance of these golden eves
Who prior to our presence
Laid undisturbed behind their
Walled streets, we are coming
For your secrets, the drums of war now sounded
We will play our tones of mourning
No longer, we have become stronger
Than the sheep you once fleeced
A world well-traveled
Has cataloged every weakness
You thought you hid so well
Behind those iron curtains
Upon the corpse of the fall
Winter comes to rest
You have taken it all, and yet
Here we still stand, afire in our rebellion
Against this icy oppression
Some dreams, it seems
You've no power to extinguish.
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