We walk the gilded halls.
Prepare ourselves for the falls.
Ties me up in knots.
Waiting for you to connect the dots.
Stagger around the lurid props.
While outside we can hear the shots.
Of the coming insurrection.
This guarded palace our only protection.
From the multitudinous hordes.
Warlords with swords and rewards.
Who won’t take no for an answer.
Our grip on this country regarded a cancer.
So we hide and we lie.
Preparing for a quick goodbye.
From the chaos that surrounds us now.
This place no longer our cash cow.
We’ll leave it brutally exposed.
Our rule no longer unopposed.
Gilded Halls
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