all that shall be is the crack in the sky.
The blades of the reaper shall swing along to the music,
to the cries and the failed prayers;
the bowed knees shall find their place amidst the fallen heads.
Run away before being seen by the eyes of the zombie crowd,
on your trail, like a hound, shall follow your sins and bleeding desires.
the sons pay for the sins of their fathers',
and the Gods shall see without empathy from their golden thrones;
the blood of their children soaking the earth red.
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