“But how I weep for those who’ve gone”…

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Listen to their voices…

Feel their twisted screams…

A million painful stories…

Wrapped up in horrific dreams…

Carved out by distant dead…

These tales of travellers past…

Etched into our Earths rock…

With images that last…

Of a world that blackened…

As the sun sank into the sea…

Leaving just a darkness…

Within the forests and the trees…

Allowing all the demons…

To reach out and stake a claim…

Infecting like some virus…

The weak and the lame…

Preying on the fearful…

That were ripe for pillaging…

Taking an iron clad grip…

Projecting evil imagery…

Into hearts and minds…

Tearing into every soul…

Removing any innocence…

And assuming full control…

In-between the void…

Where fear and love collide…

Opening up the door…

Where the Devil himself resides…

With the dwarf and the giant…

Who are one and the same…

And the church of no religion…

Is a sanctuary for the insane…

But leaving no escape…

For the beaten and the damned…

Who told their haunting stories…

On stones across our land…

Those who saw it happen…

And left hand written warnings…

That evil still walks amongst us…

In the half light of each morning…

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“Without a scream, in the dead of night”…

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It’s as clear as purest Black…
And dark as sinful White…
Searching right into the day…
Looking left throughout the night…
It’s the only way to find it…
Wherever it may be…
The only way to feel inside…
But to never let them see…

It’s where you least expect it…
Where no life on Earth exists…
A memory you can’t explain…
Dark thoughts you must dismiss…
It demands you keep its secret….
A treasure chest of trust…
If it slips right through your fingers…
It’ll disappear like dead man’s dust…

It’s always in the beginning…
Yet the middle means so much more…
But when no one sees it coming…
The ending opens up a door…
It means the Sun is hiding…
When locked away inside…
Yet it is always shining…
Ensuring all your tears get dried…

Its eyes closed to the vision…
And minds blocked mentally…
Each heart afraid to beat in time…
Whilst falling accidentally…
Its playful spirit is unholy…
Any God would look away…
There will be no intervention…
No matter how much they all pray…

Because it’s now time just to listen…
And try to communicate…
Hear everything it has to say…
Before it’s much too late…
It’s as clear as purest White…
And as dark as sinful Black…
Just keep searching for the right…
One day you’ll claim it back…

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“Something right with the world today and everybody knows it’s wrong”…

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It’s tapping at the window…
The window of your soul…
Wanting to be noticed…
Trying to take control…
Attempting to enter…
Convince you to let it in…
Seducing with the dark side…
Leading down the path of sin…

It’s offering you temptation…
And quietly whispering…
Providing an opportunity…
For the Devil to sing…
Loud into your ear…
Trying to turn your head…
Would anyone really care if…
You acted on what’s said…

And let him rule your heart…
Despite all common sense…
Imagine the adventures…
They would be so fucking tense…
Away from all the boredom…
Where your life is wedged…
But knowing you’re alive…
And living on the edge…

Ignoring all the warning signs…
Never counting the cost…
How much your soul will pay…
Once in the valley of the lost…
Because there is no redemption…
And there is no way back…
Once you allow the voices in…
You become open to attack…

And begin to lose all sight…
Of what is right and what is wrong…
No matter your moral compass…
Or if you think that you are strong…
It’s still tapping at the window…
So are you going to let it in…
Allow it to wash over you…
And fill your heart with sin…

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