This incurable wave of unclean faces
parade outside my fragmented window
holding their hands out in desperation
waiting for the sirens all clear command
Above the heads of these unfortunates
grey skies are laced with despondency
whist I dwell in the tower of hateful things
my sweet brothers do wait and prey for me
It is far too hot in here
this is where evil gives birth
this is the place I must destroy
smash it's filthy walls to the ground
The disciples of war hide deep
in bunkers made of lead dense
an underpass to the towers roots
****** the last refugees of hope
Stand fast my brothers
for I will not disappoint
this day I do now commit
all I have for the faith in good
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
Nov 19, 2013
Nov 19, 2013 at 12:00 PM UTC
This incurable wave of unclean faces
parade outside my fragmented window
holding their hands out in desperation
waiting for the sirens all clear command
Above the heads of these unfortunates
grey skies are laced with despondency
whist I dwell in the tower of hateful things
my sweet brothers do wait and prey for me
It is far too hot in here
this is where evil gives birth
this is the place I must destroy
smash it's filthy walls to the ground
The disciples of war hide deep
in bunkers made of lead dense
an underpass to the towers roots
****** the last refugees of hope
Stand fast my brothers
for I will not disappoint
this day I do now commit
all I have for the faith in good
By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris
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