| Calliope by Michael H. Hanson |
Oh horror of all horrors known
and spiteful dark unholy deeds
the ghastly shriek and fading moan
the death of my Calliope.
This nightmare born of wicked dream
this tortured tale of murdered wife
assassins claimed her while asleep
and killed my love with poisened knife.
And so I found her 'pon our bed
and so I prayed this mortal plea
to trade my life for her instead
I begged the Lord to intervene.
That brutish spirit caring not
immune to tears and prostrating
that God of Abraham and Lot
ignored all of my suffering.
Damn all of Heaven's offerings
damn all the learned holy priests
and damn their cold baptismal springs
and promise of eternity!
Calliope! Calliope!
I birth an awful hopeless scream
and pledge this dark unwholesome oath
to take revenge on Heaven's liege.
And so I claim the midnight throne
and all evils crawling beneath
and so I prey on Yahweh's hosts
and on their innocence I feast...
and spiteful dark unholy deeds
the ghastly shriek and fading moan
the death of my Calliope.
This nightmare born of wicked dream
this tortured tale of murdered wife
assassins claimed her while asleep
and killed my love with poisened knife.
And so I found her 'pon our bed
and so I prayed this mortal plea
to trade my life for her instead
I begged the Lord to intervene.
That brutish spirit caring not
immune to tears and prostrating
that God of Abraham and Lot
ignored all of my suffering.
Damn all of Heaven's offerings
damn all the learned holy priests
and damn their cold baptismal springs
and promise of eternity!
Calliope! Calliope!
I birth an awful hopeless scream
and pledge this dark unwholesome oath
to take revenge on Heaven's liege.
And so I claim the midnight throne
and all evils crawling beneath
and so I prey on Yahweh's hosts
and on their innocence I feast...
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