A poem about how what we see may not be the whole story |
Do you see them late at night? Do you hear them sing and fight? Out into the darkness where they seem to reside Have you seen these things in the dark countryside? They sit and wait for you my dear While the moon is full and the feeling is fear They wait for the wagon to come rolling along To take your body while they sing their song: "Take them, beat them, kill them quickly As we drink their blood its thick and sticky Make them bleed and make them die As we cut them, save their minds!" They take your body down to their home The old abandoned graveyard where dark creatures roam Down into the old mildewed crypts Into the doorway, down they dip Light their candles made from skulls Open their ancient book of spells Call upon the spirits of the night As they carve your body with a knife "Here we call upon the dead as We lay this corpse upon its bed The symbols bind you, the time is right Inanimate, we give you life!" The deed is done, now they let you go Into the village where peace is only known To feast for the first time on the delicious flesh Of the living's heart, the man's own breast Chaos now fills in the town People scream and run around While fires burn bright against the pitch sky As the town burns, these innocent people die "Burn all the people, take all their homes Destroy the churches and crush all the bones For this is the day when you meet your demise Now we can come back, and save your lives" "Where is your God when you need him most? When your families suffer, souls slowly toast? In your burning town you scream and yelp But we have come and brought you help!" "Because you do not know what life is full of There is no God or heaven above, Only pain that we must all go through Till this glorious day, we have come to release you" |