How long did it take you to craft that ring?

did it start with all the pressure with the promise of a gem
did you cut it with your tongue like all that you condemn,
did the band wrap round like the words you snare
or was it wholly circled and you just the heir,
It looks tarnished and beaten with sickly green hues
but it still sparkles in the light every time it moves,
it makes your hand look pretty wrapped around my neck
with all its worth its just an aesthetic wreck,
A shine so bright but you can see right through
a pathetic lineage, thats all they knew.

White sheets hanging in the wind.
clean fresh waiting to begin,
a new start for all those who sinned,
last bits of hope bottled and tinned.

The noose is around our neck
and our feet are on the deck,
that dope how it does beck
and brings us here to our death,  
one by one we drop
clean sheets in slop
the crowd waits for the pop
as progress stops.

we come down to the height of the masses,
numb again to the time that passes,
hope escapes through its glasses
and our sheets meet the grasses.

Dead men hanging in the wind.