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The People Are Puppets At The Gates
A world run in the fires of man
Our control, our fate are as intertwined
As the grooves of the hand
And upon this time of our naivety
Drowning in the silence
Of a self-willed condemnation
We find ourselves the puppet people
Are convicted
The open waters of greed consumes us
Alas the time draws near
For what we knew is not
And what we are not, we are
The time of reckoning is looming
Foreshadowing what the end brings
The mother has decided
We have seen what has been
The time has come for us
The children to be weened
But purity will not see us fly
We fear
When every soul brought fourth in front of Saint Peter
That of which we stand
We look toward
The grounding of our creation crumbles
And we fall
From the poison seeds that willed our creation
No man of Adam may enter serenity
We find ourselves abandoned
And may the Eve of our sin
Be thy salvation…..
Brilliant! Not much else to say!