+ Aftermath -

Beneath these horrid ceilings I hunker By crooked tones of blackness a slave I am taken The madness multiplies limitlessly With the death that is each day & dusk “We grow in numbers…” Yes, that was the whisper ringing in my ears “But fewer a soul within reach stand aware Glenn [synchronized] The constant of torment I bare Anonymous Voice [synchronized] The constant of torment you bare Such merciless tones carved so murderously So provocative yet so tyrannical Glenn & Anonymous Voice [synchronized] “To taste again of foreign crucifixion we shan’t; The grief was far too great before!” “And but of what authorization do they carry to smite us as callously as they have?” “In deep thirst we have been doused; Lastingly we’ve been branded by the dualism this troublesome hellion displays”