the writing sees vengeance
upon a dry and barren wasteland
the beasts of this world sit upon their thrones
watching as into dust crumble
humanities freedom blood-soaked bone
they sit
fat with corruption
fat with desire
they watched with happiness and glee
as all the zombies followed each other
into Dante`s burning fires
upon the beast's thrones
hypnotic words rang to the tune
of doomsday bell
this once paradise was
covered with the sweet grass of life
now scorched with brimstone
and the flames of hell
a slaves dream
is to break free
from the chains that bind
instead of being the feast
of the beasts
that watch over them
Out of the dust clouds
vengeance showed its hand
with fury and anger
and the brotherhood of man
the hand of vengeance shows
compassion to the meek of man
to the weak who cannot speak
and to the blind who cannot see
but to those that are the architects
of humanities demise
they`re just destroyers fuelled by anger
and by hates fire
history tells us
apathy is a kingdoms downfall
and corruption has seen many
a great empire fall into the
mists of time
so the eyes of vengeance hands
not only saw the writing
but understood what it said
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based on iron maidens song 'the writing on the wall
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