Ostia

The skies are open before me
The crowd of souls in sudden flight
Hoping for prayers in the world
Late repentant, no stain from hell, no stain from hell
I thought the worst had, I thought the worst had past
as the people, they have no face
I will not trust what I cannot see
None will have the time to strike a blow, the final blow, the final blow
Hell, no stain from hell
Those fools are the ones we vote for
(The kings and rules of negligence)
Taking a nation to lead in decay
(A shade announcing another law)
Cannot believe I couldn’t escape
(No chance to leave this plague)
I have to be cleansed
From all the blame, the final blow