His swollen face gave birth to a smile;
He held his crystal ego- the ungrateful concubine;
The cracks on his lips had the touch of a red flame;
He grinned at the deception; he had no one to blame;
He kissed the sword that kept the society together;
He hacked his arm to make them feel better;
But the blade missed his spirit and the bleeding darkness;
They still laughed at him in the city of madness.