The Haunted

An address to the stillborn,
lost brothers in arms;
To see the cursed earth
claim to providence;
A pyramid New Jerusalem
The dream is dead.
We're burning the carcass clean.
We pretend-but we never sleep
500 mules to the faultline.
We decompose and decay.
Captivating the moment.
Spread the disease.
"We come in peace"
As if we almost believed it...
"Strapped to the back
of a live grenade"
If there was ever a saviour,
she'd be the first to leave.
500 miles to the faultline.
We decompose and decay.