Centuries Are Scorched To Cinders

Death's Door went right on creakin'...

...It took it's time to move...

As we stood there just blinkin'...

...Felt the suction in the room.

...Centuries are scorched to 

Cinders,

But we still 

Enclose their crimes...

...Acting out ancient agendas...

Rituals of genocide.

When will you 

Approve of real truth?...

All this pap has

It's shelf life...

...Button eyes, and 

Bogus passions...

...Live for real,

Or else in spite!...

Death's Door's now yawning open...

...If waiting, pass right through...

We all have our opinions,

Yet the Darkness will ensue... 

...Centuries are scorched to

Cinders,

But we still

Enclose their crimes...

...Acting out ancient agendas...

Rituals of genocide...

Death's Door went right on creakin'...

...It took it's time to move...

As we stood there just blinkin'...

...Felt the suction in the room.

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2017

Bunny Villaire