Election

The mortal wound that healed
The Crown that seemed to sting

An oompaloompa brokers "Peace"
In hope to be crowned king

Are we in the Last Days
Or is this just becoming a Civil Craze

Nations rise and nations fall
Are we struggling for any clear goal at all

The field is slippery
We're covered in mud

So many elbows
Pretending to hold God

Tag you're it