Half moon twilight, shadows fade
Specters rise within the glade
Advancing in a soft parade
Along the hills and colonnade
Ghostly phantoms long forgotten
Wailing souls from Hell begotten
Crying out for Satan’s pity
Forsaken by the Holy see
Where to go and what direction
Darwin’s natural selection
Never saw this sad collection
Death’s pathetic imagery
Floating down among the people
bowed beneath a different steeple
'Perhaps these foreign gods will
save us from eternal misery'
But god’s are all created equal
from the start and thru the sequel
By the same enamored people
living in this desperate land
And so my friend there’s no salvation
from this fear and desperation
The freedom of annihilation
again denied by Heaven’s hand.
Oct 6, 2010
Oct 6, 2010 at 6:28 AM UTC
Half moon twilight, shadows fade
Specters rise within the glade
Advancing in a soft parade
Along the hills and colonnade
Ghostly phantoms long forgotten
Wailing souls from Hell begotten
Crying out for Satan’s pity
Forsaken by the Holy see
Where to go and what direction
Darwin’s natural selection
Never saw this sad collection
Death’s pathetic imagery
Floating down among the people
bowed beneath a different steeple
'Perhaps these foreign gods will
save us from eternal misery'
But god’s are all created equal
from the start and thru the sequel
By the same enamored people
living in this desperate land
And so my friend there’s no salvation
from this fear and desperation
The freedom of annihilation
again denied by Heaven’s hand.
- From Notes from the Abyss
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