Audience
Banquet
The night was plagued by stormsPeople came in swarmsTrying to keep warmAll to the house of the OverlordThrough the night they cameCame for food and gameThe poor, weak, the lameAll to the house of the OverlordAll through the year they would work and they'd sweatAnd wait for the time of the yearWait for the time when the man from the mansionWould open his house and appearWealthy and regal, inviting the peopleTo sit at the tables and dineDrinking their health he would serve them himselfWith his music, his food and his wine
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"Banquet" as written by David Hirschfelder
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