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Bow Your Head

Bow your head 
Pray for the weak
With all things said
pray that it's blood in which you seek

Fading away from dust to ash
Requiem of your final thought
Gone within a flash
Pray for all the deaths you sought

Bow your head
in the final hour
Like sheep we were led
left to pray for diseased power

I cannot see you
beneath the grime
Remained anything but true
paying for our own crime

Bow your head
in reverence 
All grievance was bled
and we were left with severance
Copyright © | Year Posted 2006

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