Autumn Lies Buried - Dead to Rights

Power abuse
Fate forsaken
Culture Taken
Depraved Sadists

Was it pain relived contention
Was it your insecurities
As you look in the black of your spouse's eye
May you never forget of me

Bet you felt like a big man after
Another notch in Old Christine
Relishing in a false sense of hubris
Poorly trained assassins patrol the streets

This is the precipice of disaster
You can miss me with the Happily Ever After
Take those wolf tickets back to your master
Every badge monuments to suppression

Round and round on the wheel we go
The vicious cycle of your prejudice, a grandiose show

Go, you will join the ranks of the chosen few they've so appointed
You will carry out the sins of tyrants robed in poignance

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Autumn Buried

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