Born in a despicable world of beauty
Existing in a beautiful lie
Trusting in the failing dutiful man
With the words justice dancing on their lips

Figure then the power of it
Their plain becomes hills on it's valley
How did it so
Thought I only of said truth on their lips

Watch ye now their smiles
So fat with a lily of evils in it
Spilling in their methods of favor
Hibernating on wounds without healing

Lousy seekers of goodly evil
See thou thy beautiful leaders
Laying their slumbering foot on the gripe
Dancing in the Myth of Justice

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