Plethoras

Sit at the table full of dilemmas, Borrowed nightmares, dark agendas Cornucopia of vile things tendered Know this, you wont be remembered I saw you cry silent in the corner, The plethora too much, warn her Not to sit down with us, my dear angel Not this black table, this twisted angle Such murderous thieves, here we are then Tabled by such almighty clear sins Bleeding profusely through, hidden conclaves Of vacant hearts, table of knaves Here to conclude what we already know That mutual decision flow Impossible to reach, at this dark table A plethora from hell's stable.