And Every Sword Unsheathed

All the temples we shall rule
The devils cavern we shall burn

Impatience is our hallowed tomb
We finalize this annihilation
Where to lay the waste
Across these tattered eaves?

Amongst these high roads
There exists deception
Unholiness to every element of
Staged election

I am crouched, gnawing at the crows feet
Dusted fingernails, bury the hatchet
Lithium nightmares, spinal infarction

Fear the valiant, the many
They will come in droves
To spite our world