Transfixed by a distant chaos Locked inside a violent womb Brood into frenzy I witness what's foredoomed Amid seven in a subway car Tearing towards a country Emblems drenched in darkness Twisting their faces from me Ubiquitous market With the innocence watching To see what's on the table To see what it's costing We will debauch and debase them Then be sickened by their sins Blank books and baby bastilles Will follow hollow hymns In steepled business buildings Housing holy banks They manufacture messiahs Upholding human ranks Back stair descent Through sentient corridors Presumed escapes Just roomfuls of foreigners Dizzying signals And fleeting flashes Have led me backwards Through dream and ashes Transfixed by a distant chaos Locked inside a violent womb Transformed to a newborn chorus That's sung from a sacred wound
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