The Damned
Enchained thro each eternal hour
Infernal fires consume life's flow'r
No saving grace, no greater powre
For we who are the Damned
From Youth to Age our course is run
In endless circles with the sun
No end to what was not begun
No Peace for we the Damned
Our bodies bloom then fade to dust
Then bud anew -- as all things must --
No silent tomb in which to trust
No sleep for we the Damned
Writ in the weaver's web I see
That human will was never free
What choice is there for such as we?
No freedom for the Damned
Around and 'round the starwheels go
And haste the heavens to and fro
Their darkling purpose none can know
Lost Souls are we the Damned
We fear not Yahweh's scornful brow
Nor o'er our Soul His Law allow
Doomed men have no recourse to bow
Now proudly hail the Damned
Tho dark our days, our Spirits swell
To revel in our self-made Hell
Then pity not we Souls who fell
For none shall quell the Damned!
Copyright © Michael Pendragon | Year Posted 2013
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