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Bury as many children as possible.
Tides are rising, the barbican has fallen.
Soon we engulf the looming castle of revulsion.
Forcing every blackened impurity into the cesspit's throat.
Intruding the graves, exposing immoral crimes
The lame, casted of your own foible structure, float as driftwood.
Among the corridors.
Spewing forth vile fillings, from what once was your heart.
Clogging as arteries ruptured at the seams
Innocence departed long ago,
Slumping toward the floor
Laughter in your slaughter
Taken from sons and their daughters
Patient we wait by the door.
Smoke from the ashes as currents take the remains

We're all chanting your name

Death comes feasting with a craving demand
Our heirs will not inherit the foul animosity
Our hearts aspire greater than ever perceived
Tides have risen not of Caesar’s command

We're all chanting your name
We're all chanting your name
Etched in cast iron live for ever
We're all chanting your name
Intruding graves exposing crimes
We're all chanting your name
Forcing every blackened impurity
We're all chanting your name

Silence for the sultan

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