Limbo

Memories flash bronze covered banners
Families adorn each morn with eunuch cannons
Sewers overflow into putrid canyons
The people drink shit in every manor
Convictions have been laid to rest
Right next to chivalry
The knight have become thieves
Pickpocket’s hands blistery
Not a one amongst ye who has not yet sinned
Blame the ruler the foolish ruler he’s the cause of all of this
Off with his head serve it briskly on a dish
Then the people may regain a small modicum of the life they once lived

"Look a war on the people is a war for the people it is simple in order to ensure the future we must negate the past these are the measure not many are willing to extend to an unavoidable task that must be accomplished no matter the cost do not concern yourself with worry friend for the tides will soon pass well with the ides of March"