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.
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