The Rubble of Glory

Seventh Gate

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    Handing out handjobs and fingerfucks
    To the poor
    Traces of incest that appease the masses
    Hints of abortion
    Linger in the smoke
    That emits from the rubble of glory
    A passionless murder is whispered
    Just as silence has once chilled our streets
    Children weep heavily
    Awaiting the apocalypse
    I once shared a vision with a holy man
    We danced in house of God
    Sharing silence
    We watched the last fire
    Fizzle out to nothingness
    I await the last drop of hope
    But my cries cannot be heard
    Over the famine and the filth and the wreckage
    As the world as we once knew it collides
    With the wars of God and demon
    Hate and love
    Death and life
    Sounds of thousands marching to the graves
    Stenches of vomit and emaciated lives combine
    Causing my nostrils to flare
    And my heart to race
    Is there no escape from this wretched place?
    Is there no escape from this wretched place?
    Is there no escape from this wretched place?

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