The cost of civilization in a glut of greed
Bears catastrophe upon the innocent
Buried, but resilient like fertile seed
Into day from dark ground find ascent
Hell's hills trees grow putrid leaves
No mortal could surely withstand the stench
Under their canopies the victim crawls and weaves
As they shiver, shudder, blench
The judgement of stricken posterity
Will not be kind to modern Kings
Who condemn us for barbarity
Stoked by the rule of imperial things

Till torture, greed and war have been outlawed
Society to evil will be wed