Blood Money

Emotions running high,

Everybody on edge,

It’s time to die,

Jump from the ledge.


The old is rotten,

The new is too pure.

The kings are forgotten,

The future’s unsure.


Anxiety rages,

And tempers, they flare.

A fight for the ages,

Tense is the air.


Forgotten are souls,

Remembered is money,

The burning coals,

Are covered in honey.


We’re playing a game,

That we’ll never win.

We’re all the same,

It’s blood in the end.


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