Woe of Tyrants Follow

But my, the pearls still shine
Ignited by the fiery eyes
My God, I can't bare it
Let me roll amidst this mud

So far I've found the answer in this pen
Don't take it away, I think it's right
It feels right, just let me stay content

I can't see the truth, it's just too bright
I'll grant the anarchy, is raging in this sty
I call my home and the flies that squeal around me
Direct which way I'll go

But this is not enough
To cause me to stop and think of the world
All of the creatures, outside the walls
Running so free and clear

With no cage to keep them in check
The food which they eat is growing from seeds
Which come from the branches just overhead
The trees which are showered with light and rain
Abundantly from above

I'll consume almost anything I see
While avoiding the pearls as they're way too shiny to eat
I'll stick to the mud where I can stand, for as long as I can
The storm is rising, my feats are dying
In a whirlwind of empty, filthy lies

Lies, day is gone
The moon is not giving me enough to see
I wander aimlessly across the soil
Until the light hits my feet

And the creatures running free
With pearls around their neck
They see, it's in the darkest part of life
That I can recognize the need for the light
Of the night to be in me