I am soon to die
You are going to make me cry

You say that I am the guilty
But it is this society that is filthy

So before I go
I will address your foes

Your knights are supposed to be chivalrous
But they do not care if you are at risk

Your king and queen doth rule
But their treatment to you is only cruel

Your nobles give you a home
But do not care if you grow alone

Your wives bear your children
But it is your best friends that are the villains

The men are seen as strong and whole
Little do you know they are drinking in a brothel

This land is made up of imposter’s hands
But you want to **** me the one who exposed your clan