The Dearly Hated

No grace

I believe in no grace
Muse, sing, it's all my command
Smile for me, as it is and as you are
I bow to no man whom is that of power

I believe in no grace
The dirt be my home
Rubble found way to my heart
The masses bow to me on my throne

I believe in no grace
There is no escape
You are trapped, I am not
We are trapped, we are one

There be no grace in my home
No power nor dirt
We are all as one and we dare not muse
For there be no grace near a heart of cold