The colour of your money decides the justice that you get,
Your notoriety will pay for people to forget,
The crimes that you commit when you are in positions of power
But there will be a time when the shit will shower,
Down on you and your friends who cover up for you
And your legacy of all the corruption and abuse,
Will be the thing that defines who you were,
And as a memory you’ll be remembered for being not a blessing but a curse.
fauxcroft 
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