Uploaded ~ (07/03/26)
A Celtic song plays on luscious green glades
Haunting whispers in the night slowly fades
A serene scene in this never-ending opening
Wailings of a Banshee heard nearby beckoning
Mystic phantoms phase in and out and all about
The fog taking form above the drought
Whimpering heard in this melody of sorrow
So many lost loved ones without tomorrow
Solitude and loneliness for an aching soul
Madness beckons him to open the forbidden scroll
He'll recite contentions in midnight a celebration
Dimensions merge and manifest in sheer damnation
Growling and howling mixed with somber weeping
Walking through the marsh as blood begins seeping
As above, so below, and in this union, we do not know
Golden lights shimmer from within nothingness to bestow
Hope in a fearful setting of frightful perfection
Satanic and Holy, in perfect collection
Skies of gray mature into shattered glass ashen
Strobing lights from ether in hallucinogenic fashion
Visions of angels and demons slaughtering abundantly
Souls slain so visceral and withered into nothing so suddenly
Cries of compassion no longer make sound
Fields of blades that pierce now defiantly stand
As the sky bloodies and ground purges abortions of gore
The veins surge black vile painfully, like a cancerous sore
Thoughts of sexual violence will only satiate
To perform the blasphemous, the last one can't wait
In this distance twisted and gnarly truly redeeming
An old oak tree standing strong against this horrid revealing
Running to this redeemer rope in hand
Blocking out these visions so grand
Final prayer to make it to God because he knows
This dimensions unforgiveness devours souls
Give me strength I pray to make it all the way
Grant me courage to fray mine essence today
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