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A Psalm for Halloween
A letter in the devil’s house,
Beside his port and glass,
Might have your name within its lines:
A prison for the passed.
From ghosts to goblins, all repent!
These earthen fields will fade,
And in their place a zombie’s grin,
Outshines the mortal jade.
The human years wilt, darkling babes!
To timeless caves you’ll fall,
Where vampires and witches cry,
Their souls in Torment’s ball.
The path to shameless Paradise,
Above those torture caves,
Is drenched in blood from God’s own lamb,
Its pain is all that saves.
Beside his port and glass,
Might have your name within its lines:
A prison for the passed.
From ghosts to goblins, all repent!
These earthen fields will fade,
And in their place a zombie’s grin,
Outshines the mortal jade.
The human years wilt, darkling babes!
To timeless caves you’ll fall,
Where vampires and witches cry,
Their souls in Torment’s ball.
The path to shameless Paradise,
Above those torture caves,
Is drenched in blood from God’s own lamb,
Its pain is all that saves.
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