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Black Awakening

The walls are weak,

And soon, crumbling, crumbling all around,

Raising immortal questions

Of the curious inexistence;

And soon, riveting every mind

With endless wondering;

With painful bothering;

For where might be the style;

And the mighty halo;

Claims and all you made?

Have not you come from the next generation?

Your voice existing mainly in the future;

And only resounding here in the past?

Is not your heart history; your mind mystery?

And your manner suave? Cool?

And your body, like Canaan cream, tempting?

Be warned, you must explain!

Oh, you must make right your wrong

 

For the weak walls have crumbled

And all of hell is loose

Your Daemons of Deceit, in their legions,

Slayed by cherubic warriors.

We are free and request you to explain!

To tell!

Yes, tell us anew; swallow the lies

You are no master, you wily swindler

And we have fools been

Holding strongly with moral simplicity

Tell us this moment!

Give us a reason

And perhaps we’ll pity;

Perhaps we’ll make your death easy.

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