Screams call me in
as the entrails of roses lead
carcasses entice
the limbs of lepers point
towards his royal highness
upon the savior of all of his indentured slave
pierced upon his extremities
left to rot as molding fruit in July
stand in his people
who mock this false king
the boy who cried wolf was more trustworthy
tears from his mother who’s children soon neglected
as civilization languished in the mistakes done
we enjoy the mockery of this false king upon sinners
who left his people in poverty
to die together from the fumes of heresy
this, my friend is our savior
for we dare praise