The Rubble of Glory

<br>handing out handjobs and fingerfucks <br>to the poor <br>traces of incest that appease the masses <br>hints of abortion <br>linger in the smoke <br>that emits from the rubble of glory <br>a passionless murder is whispered <br>just as silence has once chilled our streets <br>children weep heavily<br>awaiting the apocalypse <br>i once shared a vision with a holy man <br>we danced in house of God <br>sharing silence <br>we watched the last fire <br>fizzle out to nothingness <br>i await the last drop of hope <br>but my cries cannot be heard <br>over the famine and the filth and the wreckage <br>as the world as we once knew it collides <br>with the wars of God and demon <br>hate and love <br>death and life <br>sounds of thousands marching to the graves <br>stenches of vomit and emaciated lives combine <br>causing my nostrils to flare <br>and my heart to race <br>is there no escape from this wretched place? <br>is there no escape from this wretched place? <br>is there no escape from this wretched place?