No more chance to change the carpet tier
The red wall of voices—no longer here
As eaters circle ‘round those wasted dreams
The bay would have dreamt of such machines
Born of fire to record the masses
With that, God forgives and rescues
Bonds within
Now, papers slowly burn once brethren
These past crowns fought through violent weapons
Just canvas to paint sounds before
Once rulers now turned by civil war
The bearer of Christ preached his passes
And the king faded glories
A different skin
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