How he knows every wretch's death
|
and none of them are crystal believers.
|
They all shiver under fate's icy breath,
|
but turn their face to the seeming deceicer.
|
Alarm!!
|
to all the foul aberrations
|
who feed off the disgust of the masses.
|
All joined together
|
to make a scrap of a living
|
(The eye sees all. The eye says so.)
|
Off the foul gasping breath
|
of those who are paying
|
(he sees all and he says so)
|
Behold!!
|
Their defective bodies in wonder,
|
the creeps and whores, the wicked and deformed.
|
Amazement paints the faces in the rickety bleachers,
|
they scream for more of the modern horror:
|
Such monsters fill the eyes of the healthy
|
and throw themselves away in the limelight.
|
Only one knows their awful end
|
A justified torturous completion
|
of all their wrong doings and black sins
|
forcasted in crystal visions.
|
Slouched over the clear Seeing Eye,
|
he marks down each death and he quivers...
|
How he knows every wretch's death
|
and none of them crystal believers.
|
Slouched over the clear Seeing Eye,
|
he marks down each death and he quivers.
|
How he knows every wretch's death
|
and none of them crystal believers.
|
|
-----------------
|
Ten Seconds In Los Angeles
|
| Fear Before The March Of Flames |
