But now there is no center to be held Everywhere the ceremony of guilt backlights a cult A cult of power where the powerful forgive each other And where the powerless will never be forgiven
There is no center; only orbits in bellowing decay Honors and offices pinned to hollow souls A cult of power where the powerful discard each other And where the powerless are still unforgiven
A bell, a knell, a slow-rolling toll, a shoal Where an angel writes of us on a curious scroll