Movin’ On Up the Nation’s Chain

The temple coruscates of voices
Of the selfish and sullen
I can feel them breathing down my neck
My blackened heart can’t save me now
The force at work is unbeknownst to me
But it’s crushing my chest and taking over me
Soon to desecrate and swallow survivors, this must be…
This is power, this is hatred in it’s truest form
Broken down and coupled with possession
Of the weak and the willing to suffer
Survival rests upon the shoulders of I
But echoes taunt me, silence haunts me
And they’re getting closer
Wasting hours as i cower here, am i the last one left?
The temple coruscates of screams, of the dead and devoured
I can see the blood drip from my blade, it seems my
Blackened heart has saved me now