Glass broken in a thousand fallen shards
Grey matter shattered by false Red hats
Fates heard these drums beat, once anon
Over distant lands and other gory shores
Maws that guzzled up corn syrup, not history
Gleeful greed-fattened hearts unfurled Rome
Hate wraps words on bricks flung with fervor
Before crumbling hospitals close their doors
Pasty dissonance so loud the towers tremble
While Privileged fan fires, led by Denier's guilt
Cities burn, while heavy clouds refuse to weep,
Apollyon’s mad mouth sewn chaos now reaps