Philharmonics

Guess who died,

last night

In grey stockings,

in all might

It was no loss

The only God of mine

He fell down,

just to drown

In a sea

of delight

To tame champagne

And creatures of the night

As the water,

took him over

Filled his lungs,

inside out

I sold his gold

For flowers and rice

Speaking fire,

he would hire

Pawns and peasants

just like me

To feed upon the conquered ones

But now we are free