Logan Devlin AND THE WALLS ARE CLOSING IN...
And the walls are closing in And it’ s the end of the world as you know it, As the siren trumpets herald the locust storm Of the cold breeze winter to needle at your skin: And you feel it … As every disease plagues your brain, blood and bones And damned they war for your poor lost soul And now as the conquest continues you feel famished So the vial walls do break and spill, dripping until they flood: And you do choke … And you stand low in the room you have knelt in everyday While it shivers a sick choke and gargles you like vomit, With its final wheeze the room coughs its phlegm And spitting you ill the room does speak: And you hear it … And it says:“ this your home no longer” And“ this is now your cathedral no more” As“ I see you have branded yourself beast” And“ I know you not fit for our old commerce” And you do know … And you will lie awake with your bruised knees In tomorrows at beastly enemies’ doors, And you damn well hope it’ s more comfortable In a new room, in a building, in a city, in a country: And you don’ t know where … But you will sweat the beast language words
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