Tenants

Let’s be honest you and I are tenants greedy and murderous

Our Father is good and thinks better of us

“They will respect my son.”

Quiet master –

But we tossed the stone uphill

Killed between thieves

We were getting drunk on the wine the toil of others

Gorging ourselves with the body until we almost burst

Pocketing silver

Bashing in servants’ heads

We’ve been evil since the day we were born

Sorry I know it’s sad

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