Leave them to die
Throw their bodies to fuel the primordial fire
Scrub our skin with ashes to shed it behind
An icon defiled for all lives insulted
I am whittled out, hallowed receptacle
I’ll lose it all, a cleansing ritual
I know you, you grinning philistines
these teeth here in the dirt used to sit in your mouth
Your empty temples
Your gilded spires
I will claim my due,
I will return
I will return to expose your fraudulent enterprise
and take it all back to give it all up again
Monuments to villains, testaments of hate
Your work of blood is towering
And we live and die in its ghastly shadow
You are lost, you are no man of good
You are my broken brother
But I’m no brother’s keeper
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