C A Roth

He walks from the raging fire the aging arsonist is tied
Pulls off his smoky shirt and showers off the soot and the dirt
There aint even one stick of wood that stands where the building once stood
He puts down his gas can for good all the good buildings are gone
Back at deception school the imposter could not follow the rules
In lying class he was the best but failed at cheating on the test
He became an imposter for fun but when the deception was done
His conscience could not let him run all of the good cons have been coned
Men of cloth preach to the choir fall victim to their own desire
Teachin’ kids hard lessons learned walls are built and bridges are burned
Babies learn how to be cruel carry weapons to school
The one who is week is a fool all of the good children are gone