A melancholic fog
Settles over your sight
Draining color away
From this life
Strange death of poets
Strange death of kings
Striving toward negative capability
Strange death of poets
Struck at your lowest
Early demise strips away all you might have been
Strange death of kings
Moot longing for meaning
Try to justify God’s ways to man
Words fail you in your task
A ghost at rest in the Tower of Song
His sigh reverberates through eternity
Awaiting a wall of commiseration
The unacknowledged legislators of this world
Are overwhelmed and cut down in their prime
Monarchs and saints alikе join us in the soil
No almighty Lord had a hand in creating this cesspool
But somе men should be held accountable
Hoarding riches and destroying lives
With the arrogant glee of sad#stic children
This elaborate edifice made of cards, built on lies
When it crashes down from beneath us
Who will be dragged into the abyss?
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