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 [bad word] 
I thought the worst had, I thought the worst had past
Traitors of the people, they have no face
I will not [bad word] what I can not see
None will have the time to strike a blow - the final blow [bad word] - no stain from [bad word] Those fools are the ones we vote for
The kings [bad word] of negligence
Taking a nation to lead in decay
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!