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I plod across A dying land With a heavy cross Darkness expands Such heavy loss In shaking hands I flee in panic With panting breath Mother is manic Father brings death Across the planet The insects nest Shall I tie this noose? Sharpen this blade? Limber and loose As vision fades This self abuse Is our crusade Where are you lord? Oh absent father Your mindless horde Is such a bother All marching toward Your sacred alter They can’t afford To trip or falter Or Satan’s roar Will tie their halter These scorching flames And leaking blisters Have many names Beware my sisters Our brothers’ games Give chills and shivers Our cities crumble The sky blackens The ground rumbles Within our atoms A confused jumble Of forbidden apples The fallen weep Monsoons of tears Through wakeful sleep The masses cheer As venom seeps Into their ears Where are you lord? Oh absent father Your mindless horde Is such a bother All marching toward Your sacred alter They can’t afford To trip or falter Or Satan’s roar Will tie their halter
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Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 12:26 PM UTC
Satan’s Roar
I plod across A dying land With a heavy cross Darkness expands Such heavy loss In shaking hands I flee in panic With panting breath Mother is manic Father brings death Across the planet The insects nest Shall I tie this noose? Sharpen this blade? Limber and loose As vision fades This self abuse Is our crusade Where are you lord? Oh absent father Your mindless horde Is such a bother All marching toward Your sacred alter They can’t afford To trip or falter Or Satan’s roar Will tie their halter These scorching flames And leaking blisters Have many names Beware my sisters Our brothers’ games Give chills and shivers Our cities crumble The sky blackens The ground rumbles Within our atoms A confused jumble Of forbidden apples The fallen weep Monsoons of tears Through wakeful sleep The masses cheer As venom seeps Into their ears Where are you lord? Oh absent father Your mindless horde Is such a bother All marching toward Your sacred alter They can’t afford To trip or falter Or Satan’s roar Will tie their halter
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Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 12:26 PM UTC
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