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You Have Your Private Armageddons


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




12/24/14