All along the World

The Death carts rumble

Hollow and harsh


All devouring insatiable

Like monsters crush humanity

Fused in one


Imagine since imagination

Could record itself

Grow to maturity

Horrified certainly


Under the guillotine

Into the same tortured forms

It will - itself


The Seven never reserve

They never reserve


Sow the same seed of rapacious license

And oppression over again

And will surely yeld the same fruit

According to its kind


Changeless and hopless

The turmoil rolls along

Deceivers and sourcerers

Conjuration - downfall


The Climax is on fire


Turmoil rolls along the streets

Change this back again

To what they were


Carriages of absolute monarchs

The equipages of feudal nobles

Are scum for themselves


The real negative ones

Approached their end


The ploughs go on and on

No more so tight suspended

The eyes survey the faces

Exponded of a day to come