Father Heathen
Veteran Member
our kings and heroes are now dust and bones
and the jesters lay claim to the thrones
tightly they cling to their scepters and crowns
as the charnal carts make their rounds
to collect the remnants of our humanity
beneath the sky, funeral pyres smolder
beneath the ground, vain sacrifices molder
in a sea of countless faces, yet all alone
we see through eyes that are not our own
to spectate and bear witness to the calamity
and the jesters lay claim to the thrones
tightly they cling to their scepters and crowns
as the charnal carts make their rounds
to collect the remnants of our humanity
beneath the sky, funeral pyres smolder
beneath the ground, vain sacrifices molder
in a sea of countless faces, yet all alone
we see through eyes that are not our own
to spectate and bear witness to the calamity
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