Freeze Tag

 
Rarely is the fate of a empire  
 
In the hands of a babe   
 
Crumbling vultures baton a spiraling myriad of arcane institutions  
 
Left on the doorstep  
 
By the Hearse speeding into the edge of death  
 
Care to keep the sacred donation  
 
or just grind it all down to powder  
 
in forms of
 
Cocaine