Tragedy

Corpses bleed black with the lies that were told,
This funeral march of billions
Flowers on the alter, tarnished gold
Scars
of those that couldn't run

Photos show not those who've died,
But the tragedy within
The empty pews carved of bone
Cut with every sin

The only ones that stay to watch
Are withered, empty shell
Of those that mourn the love they lost
To the silent clanging bells

And somewhere all alone tonight,
Another soul will join
This screaming parade of those that lost
All they've ever had





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