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| Nagasaki - 1945 |
All our revels now are ending
The Gate of Hells are clear in sight
The Devil’s case needs no defending
As the World spins into Night
Midnight Agents are congregating
A Consecration of Despair
The Old Men always debating
How much pain they each can bear
So torture me with your solutions
Tear the Flesh right off my bones
You past is full of resolutions
Your future finds you all alone
They always send the Lone Assassin
The Devil laughing inside their head
A Poem of Pain in your compassion
You still deny that God is Dead
You have your private Armageddons
Annihilations of the soul
But the memory the one you loved
Just won’t leave you alone
