O, Beautiful Tyrant
How we love you most fair
Sunlight dipped in marble
Your countenance a glare
Propped up on a column
Fashioned eternity
Fad for a thousand years
A vogue fraternity
How we love our bent knee
Scraped on blood draped cobbles
Testament of our worth
Our prayers simple squabbles
You have heard them before
O, Most Excellent Shroud
We deserve the stale bread
Your priests toss to the crowd
So fair are your fables
Temptations carved in stone
A lie we can believe
Our rose colored dead bone
For truth is a hindrance
An inscription on tombs
But your story frees us
To hide in all your rooms
Lost in your vast palace
Your face on every wall
We are freed to serve you
A plumed guard at your ball
Our service motionless
Carved in brilliant attire
Our lives just standing there
Like fence posts in a shire
We are servants in hell
But you make hell so fine
With the tilt of your head
Your smiling lips our shrine
Your lies so permanent
Your deceits full of grace
A god we have fashioned
Ourselves in marbled face
For no greater tyrant
Lords us better than we
Your beauty our funhouse
The sins we choose to see
