And The Mountain Gave Birth To A Mouse

Come all you sinners, you kings of “glory”. Reflectors of a burning city.

The devil’s in my home — he sleeps with my wife. And my child, well he’s a red sin creeping underneath beds. And they kiss, they suck, they touch my little blue face. And all the while murmuring “I am God”.

Get in your homes, prepare to burn. Hold your children, kiss their cheeks, put them in bed and make them sleep. Tonight, prepare to burn.

The world’s acting out my own death, but I swore it to her father that the end was not the end. But I could not save us. I couldn’t save the earth, the world, everything.

Prayer! Prayer! My brother. Prayer! Prayer! My sister.

They’re burning to the ground.

I failed everyone.