Transit Poetry Locust Pilgrimage
Ancient delusion, crowds forged to bleed
Deadly wounded by the heretic's blade
Ancient delusion, deception, greed
Let's watch the restless life-parade
This is the locust pilgrimage
This is the locust pilgrimage
This is the locust pilgrimage…
Mass circulation, self-sacrifice
Faceless swarming in a heat so divine
Mass circulation, bleeding demise
Let's watch the ones who're marked malign
Sister flame she's the muse and the foe
Chaos reigns in the fire of my woe
At her wounds, full of grief, I still stare
Dead we march, blind we creep, without care
The flames break up for final misery
In the mass resounds my silent shout
Fearlessly drowning in the locust sea
Lonesome and alone deep in the crowd…
