You may have heard
Orca
Sing
Though
I suppose it would,
nonetheless,
fall
on deaf ears
But you will hear her
cry
She will cry
When she cries she'll think
of you
the Oily Baron
Your riches can't buy water
to protect you from a
grease fire
Riches turn to ditches
tread carefully Oily Baron,
she may never be done with you
She is Matriarch
Heaven grants Her
grace for Revenge
Beware the sea
She was welcome there
her terrain
you are not
may be the place you rot
Swim with the fishes
Sleep with the fishes
Sleepless nights
noise in your ears
no where safe for your kids to play
Now in Heaven
not your heaven
She will exact poetic justice
Fire to your home
Fire to your life
you've curse even your neighbours
you're unbelievably cruel
so is your rule
Setting fire to your path
so you may burn
like an Oily Baron
would burn
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