Mr. High-and-Mighty sits on his wall.
Mr. Justice, why do you stall
the life flowing in and out of her veins,
binding your civilians with righteous chains?
Witness how he rests on a throne of flies
too ambitious to notice the demise
of all your blind, word-bound friends
or how his reality twists and bends.
Mr. Believer, can you see it break?
If you can't, then why do you shake?
Mr. Honesty, you are a liar
and the flames in your Hell are getting higher --
the eternal flames that will never die down.
For fear of that, wouldn't you rather drown?
Mr. Murder, still sitting on the wall
you're tipping over, you're about to fall
and none of your mice nor any of your men
will put you back together again.
