The Tranquility or Thee Empathy

It gets really hard praying to thee,

When you know he doesn't exist up there.

It is really hard making a wish,

When you're wishing for something rare.

So Este followed the beckoning path,

Barging through the doors she reached the crest.

Now known as 'Chief Illicit Hustler',

She awarded herself a puffed chest.

So, Brono lived where Este's shadows dwelled,

Living on cobblestones for gold.

Este bit the hands that fed her to ease,

And left Brono like an object sold.

Brono wanted to die with a smile,

So he marched through the exploitation.

Walked up to Este on his own to feet,

And reached the heart of Este's foundation.

He stood on the pinnacle as Este,

Peering over the world through her eyes.

Folks seemed to be in tranquility,

He realised...

Lack of empathy to his surprise.