When All Is Destroyed
If I'm running
Does that mean I'm cunning
Or just a fool
And slightly a toole
Pastor, pastor
Redeem me faster
I've been a little curious
And it's making people furious
Princesses stuck in towers
Lovers give lots of flowers
The sight of the devil's eye
And the blow of his heavy sigh
Leaves us to ponder death
Until our last breath
As the dancers twirl
The stars begin to swirl
A storm begins to rage
As the demons take the stage
Then everything is quiet
Just before the final riot
Screams of lightning
Are quite frightening
As thunder roars
From the sky it pours
The ocean crashes
As life smashes
Bones break
Lives at stake
Bridges disappear
All that's left is fear
When all has been lost
You may count the final cost
Sprained and broken limbs
Come to sing their final hymes
The orphaned child
Sees this as mild
For the storms ahead
Much blood will be shed
Just smile and nod
As they pray to their God
Drowning in the pain
And crying through the rain
The angels have met defeat
The true power is deceit
The ring of the victory bell
Starts the parade to hell
First goes the church
Knocked from its high perch
Next goes the politics
Then the local hicks
Along with the Whore
And every child she bore
Then the working man
And his entire clan
Last the creators of art
And all else with a beating heart
Until there is not a thing
But a cold sting
When all is destroyed
The devil is finally deployed
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