Downfall
The clock ticks slowly, day by day
Sweat at the brow, a nervous tremor
Dancing eyes, searching for enemies
In paranoid visions, fear escapes
No sleep, no rest, no respite
From the horrible deeds of the past
That cannot be buried
Zombies rising from their graves
Long forgotten actions
Now remembered and enhanced
By the masses formerly supportive
Humor cold, full of retribution
For the abuse heaped upon us
And upon the many victims
So much pain
So much fear
Where is the judgment
That would restore trust
In the system under destruction?
Demolition is the reason
A goal pursued daily
By the minions in the room
Who stand, hands clasping
Grasping for praise from the top
Any word will do
Any glance is assumed favor
Recognition of existence
Is a holy great reward
To the sycophants
No deed is too evil
For the stone-hearted enablers
No action is a curse
But in the end, in Downfall,
All the bills to be paid
Will be extracted from the fiends
Broken by incompetence
Deliberate and cruel
Pour a glass in celebration at the end.