The Walk

Fall of The Idols

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Past the icons of earthly woes
to a place without weary throes
Thru the veil no man's ever passed
Unfurled lies the faith in the last
Mob chanting before the feast
until The Tide is unleashed

Each step hammers the soil
with revelations imbued in coil
One humming note permeates the air
as the walk descends into a lair
Where seven wives entertain the frail
away from the unseen trail

The walk is for those who dare
Pass the sadist's glare