Spare me twilight
The smell of rot is for moments forgotten…

Raze them

They are the meat and shit
Of their self created beasts

A shameful commendment to a façade
To a kingdom of greed and hypocrisy
Building the walls that entomb them still they wish not to die
In religious procession their masses are led
Time and again to fall
Time and again to fall

Putrid – the seed of the patriarch
Towering – the mountain of plights
Rotten the womb that cradles their hollows
As it vomits its spawn into the light

Raze them

They are the meat and shit
Of their self created beasts

The smell of rot is for moments forgotten…