Seventh Gate

The Rubble of Glory

Seventh Gate


Handing out handjobs and fingerfucks 
To the poor 
Traces of incest that appease the masses 
Hints of abortion 
Linger in the smoke 
That emits from the rubble of glory 
A passionless murder is whispered 
Just as silence has once chilled our streets 
Children weep heavily
Awaiting the apocalypse 
I once shared a vision with a holy man 
We danced in house of God 
Sharing silence 
We watched the last fire 
Fizzle out to nothingness 
I await the last drop of hope 
But my cries cannot be heard 
Over the famine and the filth and the wreckage 
As the world as we once knew it collides 
With the wars of God and demon 
Hate and love 
Death and life 
Sounds of thousands marching to the graves 
Stenches of vomit and emaciated lives combine 
Causing my nostrils to flare 
And my heart to race 
Is there no escape from this wretched place? 
Is there no escape from this wretched place? 
Is there no escape from this wretched place?