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I wandered through The Wilderness, forgotten and forlorn.
Like a lost and lonely fugitive - into this manner born.
As I wandered through The Darkness that skulked around The World.
I suffered from The Agonies that all around me swirled.
And The Lost Souls of Humanity were forever searching everywhere.
Searching very hard for something, that wasn't really there.
They were searching for a Freedom, that never could be found.
Or searching for The Treasure, they thought lay in the ground.
On a Pale Horse at The Crossroads, A Figure Dressed in Black.
Mourned for the Lost of Eden, who had started to attack
their Brothers and their Sisters and every form of life,
which they cast into The Factories of Torments, Toil and Strife.
Then The Ravagers and The Savagers held sway with Awful Might.
To desecrate, pillage and torture. To fulfil an Ancient Rite.
(to fulfil a sordid craving) And with Evil so to bring,
an hopelessness of existence into the hearts of everything.
And many souls were taken, as they swept throughout the land.
So many bodies shaken, when they struggled hard to stand
upright in the wagons they were crammed in very tight.
As it bore them to the slaughterhouse, so many died of fright.
or died through sheer exhaustion, or were frozen where they stood,
on the parade grounds of the factories that were built for shedding blood,
But there were very, very many, who had suffered through the pain.
to feel the kiss of Zxyklon B sprinkle down like rain.
And The Demons of Humanity were stoking up the Fires of Hell
with the stacks of sticklike bodies they had gathered and the smell
of burning bodies filled the air -- Everywhere.
To appease their twisted appetites,
and their Gods of Dark Despair.
Mabjohn 1999
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Links:
Queen Mabs Domain
Druids of Arnemetiae
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