The Dark Descent
The dark descent — into a lightless well,
Creatures forming wryly in the gloom,
Prisoners kept tight in Satan’s room,
Parodies that labour neath a spell.
Magic yoked to Adam’s flagging soul,
Energies that harbour in the dark,
Madness manifest in landscapes stark,
Destinies awash, beyond control.
Orphan children birthed in hopeless straits,
Creatures from the deep in parent guise,
Hazy vision spread on weary eyes,
Cast adrift from out of heaven’s gates.
Candles snuffed from luminosity,
Death so rank, in noisome odors drenched,
Never shall his morbid hate be quenched—
Satan’s synagogue our destiny.
Worms that seethe in putrifying flesh,
Sheol’s minions celebrating hell,
Hark the bird of doom, the loud death knell,
Calling out our bitter fate afresh.
Waters festering with karmic dross,
Men and women spiralling below,
Gasping in the sweeping undertow,
Damned to hell, the fountain gate of loss.
Jesus Christ can never tarry long,
For His light is much too pure for us,
Anger, hate, calamity and fuss,
Are our law, our mad repeated song.
Blistered fingers from our grasping lurch,
Onto handhold jetsam in the flood,
Women, children butchered, streaming blood,
Looking now to demons in our search.
Parts of Adam jettisoned, disgraced,
Wounds that mar the happiness of souls,
Drowning, damned in hellish whirlpool holes,
Hope again by blackened thoughts replaced…
ADL
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