The gilt hand ticked with trembling tock as seconds stuttered by
The hour hand pointed midnight as the night erased the sky
The funeral Raven demon black stared down with beady eye
To ask the listening madman, the eternal question WHY?
Unholy hour, unholy night, that cloaks the sins of all
Painting world with graveyard black in mourning’s sombre pall
The wings of death he opened wide and fixed his callous eye
Again he asked the lunatic, the damning question WHY?
Beads of sweat and beads of blood with scorching fever run
From guilty hands of he who trembling stared upon the gun
The madman in his terror fell as death stare fixed his eyes
The Raven from shadowed gloom, croaked out the question WHY?
A deathwatch beetle, beat his drum, in measured even time
Echoing the fading heart of one who lost his mind
The Raven stole his sinning soul as with a final sigh
The madman whispered as he died, I know the reason WHY!
Upon the clock of living time, the hands cannot be stayed
Against each second, hour and day, lifes span is justly weighed
The Watchman Raven bides the hour when everyman must die
And few there are who answer when he asks the reason WHY?
It was about how I felt going
through the inferno The
discoveries that were
made in ancient Italian times
The pieces coming together
completeing a mysterious puzzle,
that was known by very few
and still is today
But someone ask as I question
Could these burning flames
be of eternal life refusing
to cease, I say if this is true
inferno flames between heaven
and earth shield the air
I breathe' Raging fire cease
from burning release us
from hell's gate where the shadows
of death are not far behind
in its blurr of existence
I really don't think they get it
That thing at the bottom of the
inferno causing the flames
Where the shadow of death stalks
in this place It's not a joke where
someone can escape back to their
Mamma and Daddy
as when they was a child
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