CITIES IN DUST


Water was running; children were running 
You were running out of time 
Under the mountain, a golden fountain 
Were you praying at the Lares shrine? 

 But oh your city lies in dust, my friend 

We found you hiding we found you lying 
Choking on the dirt and sand 
Your former glories and all the stories 
Dragged and washed with eager hands 

 But oh your city lies in dust, my friend 

Hot and burning in your nostrils 
Pouring down your gaping mouth 
Your molten bodies blanket of cinders 
Caught in the throes ....... 

 And your city lies in dust 

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