Listen To the Dead
LISTEN TO THE DEAD
The dead will speak, if open is your mind.
But do not hope, if hope's not all of you,
forever though it seems, one night you'll find,
persistance is the tool that pulls it through.
Sabbatical thy nature; evil rein.
Supremacy of thought, the constant flow,
An opening to life, that brief Beltaine,
the window through all time, desire to know.
The Devil to his day, his time is near.
You feel it, death the constant, life the bore,
you must light one black candle, while you're here,
to sap the power you've been looking for.
Breathe deeply--light the candle if it's black.
But realize, there'll be no turning back.
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