we have waited, weak + lone
for your coming, mighty one
our pockets empty, our spirits cold
give us glory for blood + gold
to the earth their power fades
like a dying prayer almost silent
whispering: we have been triumphed
and anarchy, the skeleton
bowed + grinned to everyone
to the earth their power fades
police + priests, a sick charade
and to the earth their power fades

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