Money bags
She carried the bags
The king's face for all to see
Openly into the winning ground
The agencies looking elsewhere
The long houses of misery
The leaders welcome the change
For a few months they think is heaven
Selling rights degrading souls
Out in the open
The lady bagged her souls
Carrying with her into forest of fire
The big cauldron boiling high
There was no escape
The long houses of misery
The inhabitants thought they could be free
Alas! They got tricked and hacked again!
The eyes of sorrow
The greed took its toll
Selling rights now in addiction
No money to swallow hardship follow
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