Praise on high that new world order
Psalms above you chastise the hordes below
Epitaphs for forgotten glories
Melody rent into nascent crescendo
Incipient rage the hate of nothing
The void that even saints must glimpse
We are dragged into pits of little
Each whimsy listed read in prayer
We fight to lose from the beginning
Another’s war in one’s own home
The words we speak are weak and paltry
Louder cries from softer souls
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