The Line Inside Poem by Twisted Moon

For every minute you are killing,
Unless it is unwilling,
Count on me to be there.

Kings and noblemen make,
Intentions we have to take,
No one is really free there.

God has your soul,
Having no self control,
You have to find the key there.

Political Presidents voice,
Our people's primary choice,
Can't you really see there?

Rights and every pursuit,
It is all based on loot,
The man is finding me there.

Everything we've ever known,
Sits under a throne.