Darkest Night
On the darkest night
Our judgment day
We wait in line for our retribution.
The teeming masses
Line up at the gates
Marching glassy-eyed toward execution.
One mind opened
And then another
Resulting in a riotous pulse.
The rebellious mob
Ignoring the gates
Rips down the walls to gain entry.
On the darkest night
Our judgment day
Another God has been burned to ashes.
Copyright © Harold Grimes Iii | Year Posted 2007
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