Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Carcass of a Metroplis

Orange flames flickering, flickering
And warlords bickering, bickering
Shall I go and fetch the king?
At once a response, brutal, swift
We mutilate the bodies of deposed despots

Beaten, beaten, beaten and split
Into two. No mercy for deserters
This is the carcass of a once great metropolis
Wild shadows hurl themselves to the ground
Then drown without a sound

They turn to dust
These black winds, they suffocate
The border guards lie in wait
And I am a foreigner here. I am their enemy
And they keep me near.



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