This Sect

The Great Equalizer

This party is overblown, makes me wish we weren’t born
The traces in our faces are the traces of mistakes

Let the crowd get overgrown, something true will start anew
Hope blossoms from the remnants of our homes

If Dr. Kevorkian were here,
he’d gently and with great compassion off the whole room
If Dr. Frankenstein were here,
he’d compose a jagged puzzle:
Gristle parts of fabled pasts

We need a storm
Rattle our bones!
We need a storm
Wash up on shores!

WE NEED A STORM!

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