The Bad Tribe.

[byronius]

they are the bad tribe
that's what they do
the money is good
they're better than you
souls drift down like snow
to land on the ground
the ground receives everything
bodies and buildings and
the souls of the bad tribe
no matter say philosophs
all is well all play their part
cool logic behind the sickly black heart
of the bad tribe
their god is mysterious
ruthless and fake
the blood of the poor
in the cakes that they bake
to build palaces
for the bad tribe