The Last Cenotaph

Like peace shall flee beneath the yard born undone
The winds dampen their cries as the cross redeems their faith in the flames

While the last of the rich bare await hung in chains
Witness the last christian church of christ ablaze

Endure the dark sight as his wealth expires
I bid those to take flight for colossal empires

She breathes like a storm of command on her foes
Progressions divide and reform, beneath the tale unfolds

At war with the common race, their altar re-born
Unto the sky it bleeds, as christ dies in need

He speaks to his dreams upon whores as they fall
The rule of their throne is now won
Cleanse the earth at last

Light of the shadow, through the void, and the nothing
This gift of death, to the blind adorning reckoning



Credits
Writer(s): Trent Powell
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