I lost my dreams because I am not worthy
I walk among the dead in their purgatory
Every stage that I go through, I forget
To return to me someday so that I will regret
The imprisoned are not there to feed the poor
The judges are not there to be a door
The rich have indifference towards their own souls
And thus towards others and their goals
Thousands of years the rich have not learned
Not a thing, rather it is worse than I discerned
Authority was given to us as a people
Capable of not destroying the steeple
But as you yourselves like to portray
Your power over God’s children on display
Destruction wrought on the earth over power
Every and all commanders are in their tower
So what can you do now that will make a difference
What was built is founded on lies and indifference
Nature will turn on you when given the chance
Now think about that carefully instead of dance
A Prophet Scorned 