When the left hand doesn't communicate with the right hand,
Hell breaks loose the confines of nine circles, the depths we plumb
Entertaining the masses of minions of the devil;
No one knows how bad things can get until all hell breaks loose.
The left hand path is diabolical and uncertain,
Hell breaks loose, the hangman's noose unravels, justice undone,
Enter the world of the disappointed, we let you down.
Little do we know of the unseen world, invisible,
Eternal darkness, the back of the mind, unreflective,
Forgotten by science, left to fiction as medieval,
Transient in itself as time allows, the life of words.
Handsome Demons play Club Epileptic, all the strobe lights,
All night long, the music --- Joy Division, of course, what else?
Nothing but convulsive literature, Dostoyevsky,
Diminished fourths, augmented fifths, tri-tones for Ha-Satan.
Daimonion in the words of Miłosz, the rebel son
On Earth as it is in Heaven, bless us Unholy One,
Eagles dare to eat your liver, sautéed with sweet onions;
Sisyphus struggles with his punishment, a huge boulder,
Nervous dark energy splits the corpus callosum thus,
'Twas the night before All Saints Day, we call it Halloween.
Commune with the devil, God's creation, his own image,
On the wings of angels, we fall into bottomless hell,
Muster up the courage to walk a mile in his black shoes,
Muster up the courage to ask her out on a blind date,
Until the air smells of singed wings, 'Blackened' plays at full tilt,
Nevermind Nibbāna, Ian Curtis sings all the songs,
Indecent puns, improper use of words, the censor waits,
Catastrophe, as bad as The Shoah, not nearly, no;
Ask Sweet Jesus to borrow his halo for the sparrows;
The devil cannot help but recognize his twin brother;
Even metaphysics can't separate the Trinity.
Wicked, nasty boy, I cut off your hand for stealing fire;
Ignorant, morbid woman, I shall call you, Salomé,
Time is on my side, I apologize to everyone;
However, words fall flat with mistakes made not once but twice.
Then lightning strikes a tree on stage, nothing happens twice, yes;
Humans cannot understand Mercury in retrograde,
Even though mythology in ancient times explains mind.
Religion is a joke for atheists to ponder God,
In the right light, our mind is no different than ancient times,
God takes a backseat to science...icepick lobotomies;
"Heaven help us," exclaims the agnostic on the good fence,
Trouble is, we have lost the right hand path to religion.
Hard of hearing or selective hearing, no one listens
Anymore to details laid out before the other's eyes;
No one's fault but my own, experience, I own myself;
Despite mistakes being made foolishly, I let it go.
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