Stench
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The effect of your affection is wearing out
You shouldn't have waited so long
Kept him wondering if to you he belongs
Only for the agony to prolong
The place has turned vacant, yet
Holocaust
Holocaust...Trapped..Like the fires of Hell,
Destroyed the old and the young
Millions suffered the agony and despair
Holocaust...Covered in bruises,
I want for you to tell Christ
That his quick glass is almost up
And the moon’s light
Shall gleam (shine) on all of the four corners
Residing idly in the room
Where the devious shadows lay
