The Spider's Face (Dr. Stockill)

DR. STOCKILL
 There's a world outside of these crumbling walls
 Where the weak men hide under battles and brawls
 And the only pride is a spider that crawls
 Into the cracks and calmly waits
 For the flies to realize
 As they're sitting in the shit and dirt
 That their heads all ache
 And their bellies all hurt
 And there's nothing that can save
 Neither drink nor skirt
 For the disease has proven fatal and spreading
 But the spider knows, and will generously give
 And he promises the flies that they all shall live
 Though the cost of a drop of the cure is dear
 How the penny doth flow when it's death they fear
 And he cast his web so prodigiously wide
 That he snared the whole sniveling world inside
 And the lot who couldn't pay him, well, they bloody died
 But that's all for the best
 Puts the terror in the rest
 For you fear the man who can save your life
 And your bastard child, and your blithering wife
 And the petty little people with their petty strife
 So have a cough? Have a chair
 For the spider's there!
 And the spider sees how to bring them all in line
 How to keep them very quiet, how to herd the swine
 Though the cost of a drop of the cure is dear
 How the penny doth flow when it's death they fear!
 Now the spider thinks, what a glorious game
 But it's not the gold, and it's not the fame
 It's the fear the fools are feeling when they praise his name
 For in their prayers they'll say, "he who gives can take away"
 And they never ask, not in any last case
 Where this plague came from in the very first place
 And the spider smiles with a spider's grace
 For he knows when all humanity
 For centuries to come envisions God
 They will see the spider's face!