Curses and Deviltry
Curses and deviltry borne of the pit,
Destitute thrones where the saints used to sit,
Savage the seance petitioned to hell,
Deep — yea, a bottomless well.
Can we be free of these chains set below?
Shackled in Sheol and wedded to woe,
Locked up in curses as old as the sky—
Ageless the span of this lie.
Chanting together we question the dead;
Asking them whence in the world they have fled,
Do you reside in the sulphurous lake?
Red with a rage you can’t slake?
Bonded together in silence and calm—
Letters sing out with a Ouija board charm,
Rampant the devils that groan in the walls,
Earnest to answer our calls.
Spirits that dwell in the skeleton past,
Hoping to whisper their story at last,
Speaking through voices that tarry in flesh,
Airing their grievance afresh.
Long conversations with ghosts lost in hell,
Spurning the church and the high holy bell,
We come from Adam and shatter anew,
Cast from the heavenly blue.
Secrets that walk in the halls of lost dreams,
Raw information in bone chilling screams,
Here is an interface, cursed though it be,
Coaxing the dead from the tree…
What is the number, pray, what do you know?
Lost in the catacombs, sunken so low,
Speak, that the truth garner witness this night,
Speak — and do not take affright.
Woeful confessions, indictments in full,
Called by the living — a magnetic pull,
Can we set anyone free by the Christ?
Aye, by that blood sacrificed?
ADL
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