Puppets of an old broken existence
Gathered to cry and exalt the almighty
Worshipping as they seek the golden key
To enter the heavens to be free of all sins
Symbols reversed inner conflict
Multitude stalking the cycle is broken
A religious bomber came to pray
Walls of temples fall
Upon masses who bow
Altars of shame now burnt
Symbols of scum held high
Penitent cries as the pale horse rides
A sudden explosion decimates the crowd
Decimated procession useless devotion walking aligned into the wind