My words flow as rain has washed
The filth of human soul and life
The ditch they built has overflowed,
For weariness and eventhough.

You flush yourself with wastes of life,
You keep it clean, but that is strife.

Who can you kid for innocence?

Guilty. Said your judge of law,
You placed him there, so be your jaw,
And skulls will laugh of you, my friends,
And bones will whisper of your ends.

And people moan, and women cry,
And demons roar, and angels fly,
And in the earth, and in the sky,
You river crime still flows on by.