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If truth is what you truly seek,

Truth is what you’ll find.

Along the way you will grow weak,

In body and in mind.


You think that truth is all you need

To find the hope you dream of,

But hope is just a tiny seed

From that which you have need of.


Truth I’ve found, in hope I grow,

And I wish to let you know:

What you seek will set you free—

Break through deceitful reverie.

Her Whisper in the Twilight of Armageddon

Thy eyes molest what they can

Thy heart is a harlot with blood on her lips

Midnight chimes, the Devil’s crimes

I grasp her by her hips

Intertwining love patterns in a cemetery at night

Thy love came with pleasure at first bite

Her pulchritude dispelled with flames on her sex

The world ends, the scars mend

Her body burns as she releases her hex

The angels fall one by one o’er the tombs of the damned


She says “I need thy angel to mourn”

“I need a world to be dead in”

And as we vow our love, “God scorns”

I hear her whisper in the twilight of Armageddon

“I need thy blood, and I need thy bruises”

She tosses and turns

In her velvet bedding

“By the morrow I shall be gone”

I heard her whisper in the twilight of Armageddon


Her memories burn flesh off me

Her body laid to rest fortnights ago

The burial gown, six feet beneath the ground

Decaying with my love bled red in the snow

Eternity can’t heal wounds like mine, yet I still have

Eternity to suffer

Ten years, she’s been gone; She’s been gone so long

And not one ounce of love has died

An ember of sex; an ember of pride

I recall every word she ever said, and

I recall her whisper in the twilight of Armageddon.