The Final Nail

She woke up this morning and put back on her evening gown
A woman with the power to take any building down
She never wields the force she treats like leprosy
Seduces her prey instead with unrequited clemency

He found it amusing; he's a savior without a Holy Ghost
Compassion has no essence when untethered to a post
He made the law his gluttony and will surely come to rags
Unpitied, unaccounted, and seven sins fly the same flag

Destiny's bookie runs a numbers game
Inmates come and go, the cell remains the same
Let the living bury the dead, let youth prevail
Put a lid on this mess and drive the final nail

He measured his responses and lit out before dawn
As the right thing to do and damn the situation
The judgments of the actions are not his to deny
It requires faith in process and a strength to turn a blind eye

He left her with her accusers a trial without a chaperone
He left her with the satisfaction the same as he has always known
To their crosses they obediently and willingly acquiesce
They differed on pity and objectivity but shared the righteousness

Destiny's bookie runs a numbers game
Inmates come and go, the cell remains the same
Let the living bury the dead, and youth prevail
Put a lid on this mess and drive the final nail

He was pleased with the verdict it matched his balance sheet
She was more than kind to her convictors
And knelt to wash their feet
Their kind spawns when it stands alone an infection of the blood
Rain down from high mountain peaks and cause a lowland flood

Trying to rule the world comes with costs you must absorb
You put a price on the air, and the water
And the loam of our only orb
You're compensated with the basics and a drop of the state's payroll
They choose the experiment's variables and you remain the control

An hypothesis to move us forward reject all conclusions from before
Progress is in letting subjects alone and not by grabbing more
The pauperized are empathized and they are happy for you to share
The feeble is more agreeable in a box secured and square

But what about the children! Oh, for the children we must serve
And what about the rising seas and the land and we must conserve!
But the children just get glassy eyed and the odds all but disappear
And why does the green man prefer the suit of a global financier
I could go on all day enumerating the piled failures of their rule
It's a lumbers game shooting sleepy ducks in a kiddie pool

Destiny's bookie runs a numbers game
Inmates come and go, cell remains the same
Let the living bury the dead, and youth prevail
Put a lid on this mess and drive the final nail

Well they both came together it was as natural as it was rare
You can't have one without the other it was quite the love affair
Sustainability is at issue when the bookie needs an edge
They pick your pockets of silver and gold as you fall from the ledge

We lose when our first inclination is to be fair and nice
We were the frog in boiling water but punching back is the new device
Ruefully we watch that train go into the wrong tunnel pass
They'll tear this rotted shell down, and we can be the pain in the ass

Destiny's bookie runs a numbers game
Inmates come and go but the cell remains the same
Let the living bury the dead let youth prevail
Take your flawed experiment and drive the final nail