The Guilty Party

The guilty party just sits there satisfied, In the glory of all their stupidity, Never stop to suffer Along with their own sense of vanity And lost sense of pride. The no good mob men just dance Dangerously on the edge without answering any prayers A loaded gun, A threat to follow, And this is his intuition to be guided. The bad man sits there lonely in his lonely cell, Wondering if it's a slow burn and how soon it will come to pass For him to be released, Never crossing the path of the madman, The bad man never grieves just the bigger man For everything that he has accomplished. The clergy are just disappointed and lost Fearing that maybe, Just maybe they do or do not hold the way, Maybe their special keys don't open any doors And maybe they open many. The priests and the priestess hold their secrets of appraisals and riots Of bad men and guilty parties And no good mob men stalking miracles with guns. The guilty party just stands there satisfied Of the damage they have done, What was is no more, What changes we have forced are now already done We'll show them they're thinking, Now they'll listen One stone at a time One life One lesson.