Darkness Contemplate

And low and behold the serpent of Babalon descended upon me
Betrothed and unfeeling I wait
Motionless
Still I hear the call
Familiar yet soundless

I lie with dogs and eat their offspring
I am unfeeling
Darkness prevails
I am accepting

Weeper's weep in their wishing wells
Whilst lost goodness glorifies none
And sits and waits an eternal hell
Dammed and dignified, my judgement I meet

Shall I embrace myself of ill's gone by
In darkest corner
With darkest eye
Flee, flee! the truth is near
I hear a snicker I hear a sneer

Newly forged in the bowels of hate
I strengthen my will
And darkness contemplate