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Another church clock tower rises

It penetrates and splits the sky

The bruised clouds scatter

The sun gapes and seeps bloody fire

Our people are watching

As the clock is counting down

The hands are turning

Creaking and groaning

Your men of god

Are beyond his command

Who is left to heal

Our hollow children

Ghoulish men draped in magnificence

Stalk these corridors of ancient stone

Contorted into repugnant form

Lashing out with cruel tendrils

Deeds unspoken

Innocence broken

Who will heal our hollow children

The kingdom is drowned

In a deluge of silent rainfall

And a sorrow is thrown

Over this land

The face of innocence is now ashen

And forever distant

A curse cast down

By a sinister synod

These temples that breathe

Hubris and hellfire

Knee deep in flooded lands

Knee deep in sickness and sewer

Another church clock tower is rising

It penetrates and splits the sky

The bruised clouds scatter

The sun gapes and seeps bloody fire

Our people are watching

As the clock is counting down

The hands are turning

Creaking and groaning

A strike of the hour

And the bells will sound

Our signal to mourn

The end of childhood