Tragic Kingdom

Here sat Babylon
 Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong
 Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong
 Like a curse upon
 This tragic kingdom
 Dusk descended like a final curtain
 On this stage only death was certain
 Singing through the turrets
 Like a velvet serenade
 Played near a grave
 Sentries and gentry, afforded the bloom
 Of a red setting sun and a bloodletting moon
 Applauded, then accorded them
 Portents of doom
 Almost too soon...
 They pissed upon the winds
 That rocked the cradles
 Laughing over those hovels grovelling to wolves
 They kissed and sinned
 Under overstocked tables
 As the world outside grew sodden and mauled
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 Here sat Babylon
 Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong
 Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong
 Like a curse upon
 This tragic kingdom
 Gilles sat sipping absinthe
 From a goblet made of bone
 As lightning ripped and danced upon
 The flagstones
 Wayward fantasies marched on home
 Now the treetops bowed to whisper
 In a thin Disney veneer
 They knew the howls so exquisitely honed
 Were those of children, disappeared
 They'd listened to the winds
 Heard the murdered Abel
 Re-christened in the stone jaws of Tiffauges
 Where the list of sins
 Grew beyond a fable
 They now roared abroad, restless with debauch
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 Restless with debauch
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 Restless with debauch
 This tragic kingdom
 Would see God's angels walk
 Away...
 Satanic, enigmatic
 His black magic was ecstatic
 Megalomaniac in titanic displays
 Dressed in the best
 Wicked britches of the West
 He cut a mourning figure in glorious swathe
 But all his nightmares would come true
 Drowning in a stream of conscious pleasure
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 Here sat Babylon
 Fattened by the purses of the worst and wrong
 Where the decadent tastes of Hell grew strong
 Like a curse upon
 This tragic kingdom
 Like a curse upon
 This tragic kingdom
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 The moon bleared through the skeletal trees
 Averting her face from congenital deeds
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 Thus eves grew murky, haunted, grieved
 About this place laced with demon seed
 Blanchet, a priest, his book of lies
 Exonerated him from Gilles' crimes
 Announced his fears, one night of sighs
 A night for cursing nursery rhymes
 In the light of the fire wrestling feckless shadows
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 The tracks get blacker for this tragical kingdom
 Gilles' frightening wealth, his tightening grip
 On the weak and the rubies that his coffers let slip
 Steered to near ruin in successive years
 Of the most of excess and the best of it here
 In the light of the fire wrestling reckless shadows