Barely conscious in this dust-coated room, pulse shallow but quick
Making our way out, yelling, "Post-haste!" for the air is getting thick
Racing past those biting the columns, and being bitten back
Glazed eyes permanently transfixed on bare ceilings, jaws slack
Kings and queens with fetishes for sin, their cups gold, wine spilt
Cloaks torn apart by moths and mice, their souls by sharp guilt
Harlots and jokers, entertaining with painted faces and smiles
Hedonism poisoned by the guilt discovered upon their final trials
Priests and monks with bound scriptures covered in bodily juices
Sell away your love and lust for forgiveness and ho