Oh, righteous indignation! and cries of chastity!
Reaching higher still, the flag of judgement hung.
That? Oh, I think that's just hypocrisy,
That salty tang upon the tongue.

You can slap lipstick on a pig,
Hide behind lavish decor;
It doesn't change the renege,
And a whore is still a whore.


Penned by my hand on the 25th of Lupar, in the year 664 AF.