The Culprit
There’s an arrogance that I think we all carry in instinctively in feeling we have the fullest understanding of what is true and good. I have always been a curious on the rather tragic mentality behind some of the world's most violent leaders who would swear that all they ever wanted was peace and the happiness of their people. My own journey in learning from my self-righteousness led to this somewhat hyperbolic tune with a “Cask of Amontillado” nod.
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In den Warenkorb
Wunschliste
Always thought I'd be a savior
Statue graven in the court
On the heels of every demon
Tying wicked men to pyres in the park
Saw my picture in the storefront
Thought the accusation cruel
And in my search to find the culprit
Found my fingerprints on every broken home
There was a time wealth couldn't tempt me
Never felt need for a wife
Thought girls all sound the same when whispering
Wealth was just too har to share, she’d known too many men to bare
But sir in my attempts to stall the evil smiles of prideful foes
A cask to lead em’ in and wall them off
In hopes to save the world from woe I’ll fill my halls with howling souls
The hounds of hell mistake me as their own
Came to see I’d need a savior
Heart engraved upon my own
Come to kill all of my demons
And patch the holes I’ve worn on every sorry soul I’ve ever known.
But Brother if you hate this man
There’s something you must understand, oh
I am the worst of them
I am the worst of them
I am the worst of them
© Steven LaFollette 2019
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