Smiling as you watch the house burn down from the inside
Countless sheep tamed more than nature would intend
Thoughts swayed by the constant flickering of lights
Your small radius controlled, comfortably enough
A stomach fully processed while the others hollow
A soul judged not by worth, but the money in their sands
Decisions waisted as time dances on in pure spite of all who stand
For the knowingly guilty cannot claim ignorance when all is shown before
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