Oh what spectacle of visage rendered bare before the world to suffer silent ignominious glare
On bended knee in humbled show, head and heart abashed, by how the mighty have been rendered low
Venerated glories of faded past, evanesced long ago. Now, chattel'd bondage to indignations rending soul and bone. The once reverent, now lie ‘neath heel and stone
The once mighty have been rendered low.
Made so by inglourious traitorous deeds, self inflicted upon thine sacred creed. Solely fervent in the certitude. We reap that, in which we sow.
O' how the mighty have been rendered low.
In gloaming remnants of times yet passed, from beneath shadows aspersions cast. Onerous uncertainties yet persist. Can redemptive solace still exist?
To rise once more to heights astounding, after a fall so resounding. Implore it granted so.
For this is how the mighty have been rendered low.
Which is better????