So high upon your throne of broken bones
White powdered doves quiver at the scarlet,
The crimson left on those forsaken stones,
As everybody sees the true varlet

Your remarks cripple the strongest of men
and your taunts fool the wisest of people
When karma comes, will you only know then
You’re no longer tall as the church steeple

So crawl back to the abyss where you hide
Take no more victims to prey on at night
To all those who had fell victim and cried,
Be lifted of the cursed hallways of fright

Strength binds you in numbers longer than pi
Lift your spirits and soul and up you’ll fly