We move alone
A company of the malcontent
Suffering with time
Whimpering for a new era
Rancoured lepers within Hades walls
Shrieking secrets fit for hollow men
For we are the doomed
The evil dying
Hurry, move apace
For we are an ever constant stream
Unseen, unfit.
A body stumbles
Wracked in the agony of greed
Fetid fingers search for sense
And lose thier grip on social understanding
And still we move
Stepping on shoulders, on hands
Deaf to the scream of law
And moving towards retribution
Of flames to burn the evil dead.
For we are the doomed
The evil dying.
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