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I sing the songs of midnight past
the refrains of empty
slate dark days
and yet
you punish me.

With great monsters
billowing poisonous smoke,
you punish me.

You take from me
giving only what I cannot accept
things which will not pass
as my children do.
Fallen children-
great barked green giants
and velvet nosed
creatures
all my fallen children
because of you.

You give to me poisons
and yet it is I who sustain you.
You take from me
and yet it is I who willingly give
recieving only
contempt
in return.

Give to me my fallen children
in bloodstained dawn
of murdered ages.
The golden eras
of simpler times
long past
since forgotten
by your generation.

Woe will befall those
who do not contemplate
ill meant actions
return to me my fallen children
children of dust
of earth
of sky.
return to me the fallen
'neath my blazen
moon bright eyes.