Look up to the walls
And sanctuaries of
Gasoline and roses.
It's already burning.
You are getting there,
But it's already burning.

Your paths, much of thorns and petals
Are crumbling as you walk upon them,
And you can't tell if the
Bricks are painted with the
Crimson color or blood.

Wait, look around,
Each soul that you find here,
Is destined for a trial and tribulation.
Destined for ashes,
Destined for bones.

You, who sip on the corpse
of victors before you,
who have conquered the world that you live in today,
Have faced their judgement
And you will too.

You will be chastised for
All your sins ,
You will be purged and replenished for
All your kindness.



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