Weep now, Oh Camelot!
Wail, for your children, they suffer
Your Cocaine has nearly cut
Whatever life's remaining there.
Weep now, Oh Camelot!
None have new visions to redeem
Your blessed land all but forgot
Where its roots come from, it seems.
Weep now, its demise is near-
The dominoes fall in thundering crash
The blind can't see, the deaf can't hear,
When Death comes in his harvesting rush.
When the Truth you have slain
And your foes, they are all laughing-
There is nothing in you to regain
Only an emptiness, hollow existing.
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