God peers down from towering heights
at the lawless land covered in the soot
of an anarchy so fine
Where dirt and dust
replace oceans of skin
Where smoke and ash
scoff at crystal skies
Where corpses in sheets
line asphalt roads
And musical men strike weary chords
in alleys wet with voiceless bards
Will death be proud to call broken names
while hungry vandals raze bleeding hills
Fear not this time
for there’s proof enough
that you will stand agape at the smoky forests
of concrete trees
in this flustering night
Sep 4, 2016
Sep 4, 2016 at 8:30 PM UTC
God peers down from towering heights
at the lawless land covered in the soot
of an anarchy so fine
Where dirt and dust
replace oceans of skin
Where smoke and ash
scoff at crystal skies
Where corpses in sheets
line asphalt roads
And musical men strike weary chords
in alleys wet with voiceless bards
Will death be proud to call broken names
while hungry vandals raze bleeding hills
Fear not this time
for there’s proof enough
that you will stand agape at the smoky forests
of concrete trees
in this flustering night
