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ALL HOPE IN ECLIPSE
A thousand nights once succoured MeIn the shadow of Miss Anne ThropySat gargoyle-limbed amid My licking flameA cruel tongue at work in Her secret vaultsSent Rebellion's embers into revoltThe comming of extinctionSynched to whimpers of my name...
Legion I arose, a flood of inhumanityAn acid reign to purify the worldThe Asp at Pharaoh's breastThe Atom split under duressA sniper at the gates of spattered pearlMy heart, torn apart, left a rifled grave...Save for an unfurled flag of hateTo enthral a mindless zombie raceAll heil, all heil, all heil the serpentine's giftAll heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipseBlack bibles I incribed,The words "Damnation through design"Seemed a bitter truth far better for the lieFor as hope was felled by reasonForlorn became the seasonAnd Death was swift to swallow on the hells of lifeLowered souls, growing cold, tentered easy preyWhen heaven's flock, a fair game, droppedI bored of war with God with greater thrones to claim...All heil, all heil, all heil the Libertine's wishAll heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse(There was not a prayer left in this wretched world)Then between the past and the ravening darkA sly Messiah cameIn the thick of treaty with obligatory greedShe stole the soul hate had sold awayAn ancient chil blew down the centuriesThat night atonement's eyesLit a burning man in MeWhen love lay bleedingAnd Fates sate feedingFrom wounds gored 'neathThose cherubic wingsShe of kindred lightGladly sacrificedEternityJust to beWith MeAs the moon whose silvered fingers playOn words and dreams too cursed for dayShe led my hand to lands I'd not accruedWhere the Faun Dawn bathed Her golden hairAnd faith renewed, leapt joyous thereI praised their worth, then planned their conquest too...All heil, all heil, all heil the serpentine's gift All heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipseAll heil, all heil, all heil the Libertine's wishAll heil, love fails, all hope lies in eclipse...and ignorance is truly bliss.
BORN IN A BURIAL GOWN
Sibilant and macabreWalpurgis sauntered inSkies litten with five-pointed starsThe work of crafts surpassing sinAs She graced Her window ledge- An orphaned gypsy nymphThis issue of the forest's bedSkin flushed with sipped absinthe -Her eyes revealed, as Brocken's peakTried once concealing HellA snow white line of divine freaksIn riot, where they fell...The circus lurches in, a ring of promised delightFor seven days and seven festival nightsWhat wicked wonders lie within the comfinesOf the panther's denShe watches from a maypole, on the rip of Her tongueThe restless spirit of Christmas to comeA Gretel sick of merely sucking Her thumbThan gingerbread menSpawned scorned, abhorred by the aerialShe was the light of the world going downWar-torn, forlorn and malarialShe was foundBorn in a burial gownUnloosed, the chain of Her god-given crossSeduced, now pagan ribbons swathe Her reposeIn a carnival of souls sold and similarly lostToo many decades misfit and mislaidIn innocence, a tender legend of preyParades Her second coming, now they're running afraid Spawned scorned, abhorred by the aerialShe was the light of the world going down War-torn, forlorn and malarialShe was foundBorn in a burial gownNow She moves with a predator's guileBeyond the firelit circle of lifeShe soothes your cold heart for a whileThen matches its beat, synching in with a knifeShe wrestles Her dreams with a delicate caseEspied by Her cross on the wallAnd should She awake, through embrace or mistakeShe would take JesusBless foot forward and all... Sibiliant and at lastThe circus crawled awayWith another lover in its arms Dancing on Her grave...
NO TIME TO CRY
It's just a feeling
I get sometimes
A feeling
Sometimes
And I get frightened
Just like you
I get frightened too
But it's
(No no no) No time for heartache
(No no no) No time to run and hide
(No no no) No time for breaking down
(No no no) No time to cry
Sometimes in the world as is you've
Got to shake the hand that feeds you
It's just like Adam says it's
Not so hard to understand it's
Just like always coming down on
Just like Jesus never came and
What did you expect to find it's
Just like always here again it's
(No no no) No time for heartache
(No no no) No time to run and hide
(No no no) No time for breaking down
(No no no) No time to cry
Everything will be alright
Everything will turn out fine
Some nights I still can sleep and the
Voices pass with time and I keep
No time for tears
No time to cry
No time to be afraid of fear and I
Keep no time to cry
It's
(No no no) No time for heartache
(No no no) No time to run and hide
(No no no) No time for breaking down
(No no no) No time to cry
SUICIDE AND OTHER COMFORTS
I pace, aloneIn a place for the dead Overcome by woeAnd here, I've grownSo fond of dreadThat I swear it's heavenOh sweet May,Dressed in griefRoll back the stoneWith these words scrawled in a severed handTears fall like shards of glass that bandIn rivers, like sinners Swept with me to join the damnedA darkened skyThe day that laughter diedFell swiftly into nightAnd stayed within Her sightStaring at the knifeOh God, how easy now the sacrificeMy life, to have Her with meSo farewell to distant thunder Those inept stars I've worshipped underFall father, their FatherLies in wait in flames belowWhilst my love, a blood red flowerCalls to me from verdant bowers Graveside, I cryPlease save me from this Hell I knowA darkened skyThe day that laughter diedFell swiftly into nightAnd stayed within Her sightStaring at the knifeOh God, how easy now to sacrificeMy life, to have Her with meAn eye for an eye as espied in the bibleMy faith is lost to the burning of idolsOne less cross to press upon the survivalOf this lorded agonyAnd I, (much as I have triedTo bury Her from mind,Fate's tourniquet was tied, when She died...)Still sense Her presence so divineLithe arms about my throatLike pining swans entwinedFootfalls at nightfall close to mineSuicide is a tried and tested formula for releaseI snatch Her whisper like the wind through cedarsSee Her face in every natural featureMidst the mist and sleepy hollows of fever...With glee deceiving me Suicide is a tried and tested formula for releaseI hear Her voice from where the grave defies HerSirensong to sing along, no finerSuicide notes, harmonised in a minorStrike a chord with miseryNo light nor reefNo unsinkable of romance keeps meSafely from the stormy seasNow drowning, resoundingDeath-knells pound my dreamsUnthinkable to dredge through thisListless and lonely winter friezeA darken skyThis day hereafter diesFalls swiftly into nightAbd stays within my sightStaring at the knifeOh God, how ease it was to sacrificeMy life, to have Her with meNo more a victime of crsadeWhere souls are strung from moral palissadesI slit my wrists and quickly slip away...I journey now on Summerlands To grace Her lips with contrabandThe blaze once in my veins
SCORCHED EARTH EROTICA
Sunset, expectThis to be your last with Our vast returnAs Death is setAt three sixes where hill-beacons burnDarkness, undressYour descending skirts yield a thirsting altarBlood-red, yet still unfedLips distend ending, time to falter Welcome arms wide and crucified...The slaughterLightening freezes sevenOuttakes from the rape of the worldSins expelled from HeavenNow befoul from the bowels of HellWhere the tragic in theory and practice fellLast prayers, hang in the air Each unto their own rag and bonemeal savioursStrung where crippled vultures dare GolgothaCoughs another cross to grave God's failureOnce the forests spired Nurtured in Nature'heartNow dreat cedars feed the pyresNeed-fires lit for greater harmAs Her children toy with razorsSightless and deeply scarredAnd the moon arose to phase HerCracks a grin so wide it hides the starsAnd lights Our pathBack through the shattered glass(We come like drumming thunderTides enwreathed in scum and plunderKraken-teethed to tear asunderAll those too blind to see...)Where the tragic in theory and practice meetDeranged, uncagedWe rage like a plague through this age of greedSowers of discord, growing wars to reapA terrible crop to beat a vicious retreatScroched Earth, rebirthDisintered in the writhe of the lone survivorWhose worth is worse than the curseOf Sardonicus choking on his own salivaWho shares the last laugh nowDead wedded fates fulfil their vows ?Foot in mounth of sacred cowsFacedown in dust and poisoned ground...