Fyrce Muons - A Cynic Deliverance
Didn't I find the world is full of snakes
Bestial rudes and haven't you this way
Culling out the monsters in this range
Himalayan mountains swallow plains
Grab a common treasure it is fugue
Gingerly you step inside the queue
Make another holiday
Feed upon the guilt that way
Burning down the rabble
That is you
Blasphemy indeed a sign of fate
Corners turning into always hate
Falling like an echo into pain
Fever of the mystery comes again
Nero leaves us burning to the ground
Thrusting of the dagger has no sound
Trip to phone to keep us weak
Prisoners the holy seek
Quietly we drink another meal
Stop. Gather. Shake
Written by:
michael mcgee
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