All along the World
The Death carts rumble
Hollow and harsh
All devouring insatiable
Like monsters crush humanity
Fused in one
Imagine since imagination
Could record itself
Grow to maturity
Horrified certainly
Under the guillotine
Into the same tortured forms
It will - itself
The Seven never reserve
They never reserve
Sow the same seed of rapacious license
And oppression over again
And will surely yeld the same fruit
According to its kind
Changeless and hopless
The turmoil rolls along
Deceivers and sourcerers
Conjuration - downfall
The Climax is on fire
Turmoil rolls along the streets
Change this back again
To what they were
Carriages of absolute monarchs
The equipages of feudal nobles
Are scum for themselves
The real negative ones
Approached their end
The ploughs go on and on
No more so tight suspended
The eyes survey the faces
Exponded of a day to come

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