| Titanic constructs of hubris
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| Monstrous fortifications
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| The tautened noose leads the architect
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| On the final tarantella
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| Tottering cities of men painted in black congealed blood
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| His guilt thus conquered
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| The creation endures yet
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| Multitudes drown in the bleeding streets
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| Gutters overflow with depravity
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| Waste runs rampant, metropolis covered in mud
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| Oh tottering cities of men, painted in black putrid blood
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| Vanish! |
| Like the lightning’s gleam
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| Like a baleful star, an empty dream
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| Vanish! |
| Like words to dust
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| Like smoke from Aetna, A lovers lust
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| The seven plagues of the seven gates
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| Let the bowls be broken
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| Rampant vermin, cities are burning
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| Let them grind to dust…
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| Blinding Light drives us onwards
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| Into the night, Into death
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| Vanish! |
| Like hope through fear
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| Like wind-blown flame, like trembling prey
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| Vanish! |
| Like a trifiling sigh
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| Like dew at morn, A guilty thing
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| Vanished! |
| Like a lighting strike |