Clean Hands At the Scene of the Crime
upon his chariot
off his thone
carried on his throne on his way
unsettled rivalry
the queen in dismay
poisoned prayers
son in disray
the throne rest on this
say yes to the heavens stairs
chanted suggestions of poisonous prayers
my queen
my son has done nothing wrong
guilty justice
guilty assononce
guilty by assosiation
guilty bride
guilty bribe
guilty tongue tied
all you with dirty hands claim have done nothing wrong
its whats in the soap showing us who has done whats was done
untie the knots of his noose
undo the bounds and rid us of his chains
feast upon bread and garlic
and we shall build a way to never repeat this again
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