Swords will be drawn to prove the leaves are green in summer

Gilded tomb will hold your worms
Their feast on blood, not ichor
No mortal limb too thick for your liar's blade
But immortal veins are thicker

Serpents tread unopposed

Ripped from the operating table before application of stitches
Unlimited torture by the state is permitted

Sanctioned brutality
Pure inhumanity

Failure older than time
Thought that stops thought enters collective mind
So it begins, our great forgetting, all that is sin

Up against the wall
You will obey
Angels will fall