Vulgar Saints


Once they entered realms of wisdom a dreadful mess remained
Like brutes they stomped through halls of fragile lights and the fires went out
With common sense they pasted graceful Clarity and the fists became, impulsively, the “passions of heads” again

Soon their phrases matched with Terror and rumors became truths
existence became bloody and honorable, eternal got the Volk
The common sense they brought into thought should bring them peace and
right from the altars they proclaimed equality to some

What arose of strain and woe was the steel breathing horde
Endorsed by the laughter of their ghosts their slaying started with an oath
… And they’re marching on

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