BEHOLD

Easy is the way of doom

free is the bait that kill the weak

lazy once sleep on a tattered mat

and woke up on a bed of rosses

flying high in the air 

glidding through the sky

rejoicing, for his table been covered with fur

eating with all finger, like the king of rome

carried on a horse, celebrating nothing

sorrounded by ladies of easy virtues

like the mountain sorrounded by snow in the middle of winter

his apparel made from silver linen

dancing to the sound of a golden drum

in the middle of no party

your appetite has eating the king's delicacies

set in the bowl of deception

behold!

you are bait to the rituals of the power

behold!

you are laughing to the joke, that mock you

behold!

you are singing chorus to the crowd that hate you

behold!

you are been push to sing "i have power" in front of agamemnon

behold!

you are eating the fruit of no labour

like the fish been given earthwarm

behold!

free kills, loan enslaves, bills imprison

behold!

lazy man write your will