413 - Bang

Dressed in gothic sorrow

I watch them slowly pass

Wearing years of torment

Like vestments to a mass

Wretched Land, hell on earth

It’s people bowed in shame

Relentless years of grooming

Have seared them like a flame

Three hours till destruction

The speakers blared on high

They’ll be a huge reduction

Three hours till we die

No protest lines

No threatening crowds

Their doom would be unseen

Liquidation

Trembling faces

Wild eyes and fearful stares

Little eyes were crying

And weeping filled the air

Escape was not an option

But some still chose to fight

Without a chance of victory

The slaughter took all night

Three hours till destruction

The speakers blared on high

They’ll be a huge reduction

Three hours till we die

No protest lines

No threatening crowds

Their doom would be unseen

Liquidation 413