Poison Treasures

In the city's underside
Where the conquerors divide
Another poisoned treasure
(Hard luck stories coincide)

Kamikaze and his blade
On a vagabond crusade
Only seeking pleasure.

In the asphalt holy wars
Open eyes and open sores
Spiral architecture
(Crystal logic metaphors)

In a spoiled nation's plight
Many have given up the fight
Now they're here forever.

You're down among the dead
Your sentence has been read
But I was only seeking pleasure
And now it must be fed.

Underneath the city walls
As the final curtain falls
I can hear the laughter
(Creeping slowly through the stalls)

Sacred war between the sheets
Bringing terror to the streets
You know what he's after.

In a residence hotel
Where his latest victim fell
Frozen silent rapture.

Broken spirits, broken bones
Bringing power to the drones
Ending in disaster.