down in the mud, 'fore the flood
vast was the land, of god's hand
dagger divine, out of line
faith run amok, hate god struck
good from their heart, a cruel art
spit up and see, clear as dream
dagger in hand, zealot and
cleric sole reign, cruel and profane
purging, cru-cified
burn the books, waste the wise
spin, fever mind, moaning heap
gouged out eyes, arms out stretch
to the sky, senseless tongue
deaf'ning praise, deaf'ning cries
pay heed, hear my cry
sea will ride, unto our door
the once, distant shore
soon to be, distant no more
this land, and your crown
bearing down, into our grave
and our, nation's tomb
endless sea, (a)nonymous waves
and so, earth did shake, earth did moan
and sank like a stone
the sea, storm our gates, from all sides
skyward is the tide
tram-pling, kith and kin, for seconds more life
ra-venous, and mad eyed, franticly we climb
prec-ious inch, 'gainst a league, and now with no time
dis-tant sun, now obscured, beneath a cold tide
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