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a clashing of steal make way for the blind

a god to save us from denial

the blood of our children who fell to the blight

a war to save them from the fire

the view from a spire a grave for the masses

a shroud to cover us with relief

quarter your weapons and raise your glasses

and toast to you

its alright

ive maybe seen better days

we lost the fight

now ive never seen better days

the attempted life clandestine

resides behind a wall

of lacquered dreams of afterlife

and "glory be us all"

so choose your own believers

and bare your heart to none

if only life was easier to cleanse

from dirty guns