Ossification – Law

Battle has ended, prisoners taken
I fought until victorious end
Armor and shield, now wool and silk
From sword to silver and pen
I call before me empty vessels
The public whores and thieves
Reptilian brain is played with virtue
Bones for the hounds that wait
Dance my puppets! Dance!
The mind of parasite is weak
My power grants their wishes
In need of votes for their blank masks
The heads of rotting fish
Rot! Rot! Rot!
My silver rattles their dire purses
My lips whispr new demands
Bury the past, mbrace my future
Your fate is sealed by shaken hands
Dance my puppets! Dance!
Inval
My hidden forces awakened
Soldiers of numbers and lies
They march on human cesspools
Solidified by ruling ties
In hands of skilled craftsmen
Public opinion is clay
We’ll make new norms and customs
Rules for cattle to obey
Let there be darkness, let there stench
A road paved with bones
A new beginning for empty vessels
Without their norms and heritage, reborn!
My whores in need of short term fame
Plowing through heritage with words
Logic and reason removed from ether
False prophets take the speaker’s stand
In name of progress and futile fodder
Genocide waged by a stroke of a pen
On demographic barren wastelands, I raise a toast to this world
Dance my puppets! Dance!