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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