Lost in the smoke

And mirror spell

Garnering hope

Artificial

The opulence intoxicating

Eminent the guise they parade

In offering devotion blindly

To transcend the ordinary

Does the crown

Suit them ill?

Or have all reconciled

With their evils

Dug in a hole

Senses forsake

Fooled into gold

One can’t perceive

Coercive eclipsing of the self

The masses delivered the gift

Of unworthiness for their saving

Insuring their obedience

Does the crown

Suit them ill?

Or have all reconciled

With their evils

Flooding out

Had our fill

Can’t we call them for what they’re

The villainous

Of conscience they claim authority

With every confession they take

From burdened minds seeking penance

With every sacrament peddled

To the exploited ignorant

Does the crown

Suit them ill?

Or have all reconciled

With their evils

Flooding out

Had our fill

Can’t we call them for what they’re

The villainous

Been standing still forever

In your fictions, your hell, and heavens