Heaven is falling, so the scholar said;
By sins of man and dastard deeds defamed,
The consequence of vice all dire and dread
Complete repentance still full mired in shame.
You must obey and yield, transgress no more —
Now supplicate in penance and bow down,
Embrace your fate, prostrate, you evil whore!
Vile body owned by those who wear the crown.
What pillars have we moved to break the sky?
What acts of living now are deemed a crime?
What chains to wear no plutocrats oblige?
Why toll not bells yet for elites divine?
The tyrants’ scepter so stands gilt by fear,
Yet soon by common hands coiffed heads to bear.
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