Their homes they built, walls high and strong,
Heavily armed guards to protect them along;
But, all stood helpless before death, you know!
And lost in their struggle to survive, you know!
Dragged into graves from those castles were they
Into narrow, dark depths where, unfortunate, they lay;
‘Gone is your glory, your splendour, O where?’
Cried a voice, ‘your throne, your crown, O where?’
Luxury and lust were certainly not new
Thick parlour curtains always hid them from view;
Defeated, despised, stinking corpses today
In graves of dust, were they left to decay;
The dust they spat on, now above them lay,
Those faces of lust, just buried away;
Their bellies they filled with rich sumptuous food,
Now graves they filled, recording nothing good;
Gluttonous they remained for years on end,
Now for their deeds, in the grave, they fend!
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May 1, 2011 1 comment