passion

May the kings all drown in the blood of their conquests

And the flags all die at the tops of their poles

May the gluttons be impaled upon the ribs of the starving

And the priests all sell their souls

May the dreamers all awaken in a world that is empty

May the lovers betray and be betrayed

May the poets all choke on their own sweet lies

And all bow before their fates

May the seekers wander lost through the valleys and the deserts

And lay down to sleep upon stones

May the sick flourish and the healthy be afflicted

And may rats fight over the bones

May hate rule pitilessly over a world of the damned

Where the rivers cease to run

Let the sun set forever on this broken heartland

Let the kingdom come.