I've known a world where the dark don't sleep
A world where white hair
Don't make a man old
The wickedness of his heart does
This is the city of wicked revelry
The planet others look up to
Is fast becoming a den for domestic lions
The priests are unprincipled
Senators are shameless elders
All others dipping blood in fat
Eyes that twinkle in sight of goblet
Goblets that are full of red bloods.
Call it inebriation or senseless chatter
Just watch tomorrow and see what happens
Earth will be destroyed
Piles of rubble, heap of ash
Smiles taking the face of umbrella
Furnace the rain won't put on
The sea is sliding to her
It's not aid to put out flames
It's an aid to oblivion
How much does wickedness pay
In a world we brought nothing
Where the only thing remaining
Are the thick black skies
And our sandals on the ocean shore
With crosses above them.
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