I gazed at
The endless mourn
A hoarse voice
Demanding the impossible
I organized the
Procession of violence
We gathered at the spire
That pierced the blackened vault
Ritual pillars
Standing right in front of us
Contemplating
The decay of the empire
The conceivers
Never thought it'd go so far
A starving person
Left to rot
Wave trough
Vile scoff
Wave goodbye
Wave crest
Laid to rest
Wave goodbye and forget
Everything you've heard of
Sour
Pleasures
Got dissolved
In a vat
Of molten dispairs
Gone
Somewhere up in there
Distant cry
Tame lower instincts
Adore the great thorn
Climb the spire
Hear the choir
Mourn
Grieve