The Ghost’s Town

Reverend, I did not confess
So, I lay in uneasy rest
Until duty called
in Miracle

Bloody are the streets that I stalk,
In the burnt trees, red-eyed crows flock
Bloodier still is
Soiled Miracle

Every citizen, full of sin
My knife doesn't know where to begin
Carving the cancer
of Miracle

Eager blade sings with every slice
Every reaped life fulfills my price
Silence settles on
Doomed Miracle

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