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Sins of the sacred
Music fades away when you arrive
Spreading the doom with every stride
The stare of hatred locked in your eyes
Sinister cravings behind sacred lies
You want me to beg
You want me to look
You want me to bend
And follow your rules
Judging from throne made out of gold
Taken from people that you control
Deep in your cave, the smell of decay
Surrounded by slaves, you feist on their brain
Saturday 8th September 2018 10:24 pm
Prometheus Redux
Semper animus libera
PROMETHEUS:
O Thou that watches over all
And marks the good in man
Unnamed Godhead of all the thronging spirits
Who guard thy mortal worlds -
When skies darken and the plunging waves roil through
When the mountains themselves spit ruddy fire
And melt into valleys or crash steaming into the ocean deeps -
To keep thy people safe in those mortal li...
Friday 12th January 2018 1:55 pm
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