The Hand

Ancient texts
Crude and jagged
Mark the start of an endless war
Casualties
With every generation
Piled upon
The end of the Crescent
Crescent ends
With the spill of a candle

Oh, look at the ash
And the gutted servants
Scattered with refuse
Wasted waste for a pile of dirt
A graveyard for man's filth
Oh, look at the sky
It's stained with fire
With nobody left to burn
Turn your head to the final blast

Ooooooo
Ooooooo
Ooooooo
Ooooooo
Haaaaaaa
Haaaaaaa
Haaaaaaa

Our hand squashed the sun



Credits
Writer(s): Connor Hunt
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