Crucifixion

Sneaky ears flying day and night Nosy eyes with conjured wings for flight A fair young maiden, believing that it's right Was lured by taint gold to cross the light I was but a young moth learning how to fly When the blight of knowledge struck me up and high Every stool pigeon in promise of a dime Labored in cahoots to sink the boat in time Then the younger blood at the luster of dime Sold his soul to the ghoul like a lurking slime The poor wandering soul that committed no crime Was fed to the trolls for an ocean of dime Then the old maiden, knowing that it was wrong Wrapped her mouth in silence, not wanting to sing a song For the rain of glitter was too much to resist Young Judas and the crows were all gathered to feast