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The Work House

This song was created using Suno AI[](https://suno.com). I used the [Free ] plan, so I do NOT own the commercial rights to this track. This video is uploaded for entertainment/portfolio/showcase purposes only. All rights to the composition belong to Suno or the respective owners according to their Terms of Service. Lyrics & prompt: [Verse 1] Intro Above the gate in cold carved stone "God helps those who help themselves" alone They shut the door on rain-soaked poor And called it mercy evermore [Verse 1] Pauper knocks with frostbit hands The beadle weighs him, checks the brands Split the family, shave the head Better poorhouse than the street, they said Oakum picking till fingers bleed Gruel so thin you taste the need Bell at five for prayer and grind God is watching — fall in line [Chorus] Through the workhouse door you crawl Lose your name inside these walls Work till bones forget the sun Thank the Lord for what you've done Stone is cold and rules are clear Poverty's the only sin here [Verse 2] Widow with her starving child Bastardy act — the babe defiled Sent to scrub the flagstone floors While guardians smoke their fat cigars Preacher comes on Sunday morn Reads the prodigal, hides his scorn "Tempt not God with idle hands" As the treadmill turns on his command [Chorus] Through the workhouse door you crawl Lose your name inside these walls Work till bones forget the sun Thank the Lord for what you've done Stone is cold and rules are clear Poverty's the only sin here [Bridge] You built these cages, called them grace Fed us silence, starved our face Measured souls by weight of blame And prayed for profit in His name But the walls still echo with the cries Of every child that crawled and died Your charity was just a chain Your God a lockpick in the rain [Final Chorus / Outro] Through the workhouse door we crawled Lost our names inside those walls Worked till bones forgot the sun Thanked the Lord for what you'd done Centuries on, the stones still stand Your mercy carved by cruel hands But every spike, every rule so clear Whispers back: the crime was here Made with Grok Ai ⚡ Not for commercial use · Non-monetized video #Suno #AISong #AIMusic