The Arcane

Here in the garden

of the arcane delights

dark shadows overwhelm us

and and we become blind.

Blind to the needs of

those who would be free

from the breath of fear

and the prisons of the mind

ahhhh...

Amidst the throes of perplexity,

freedom moves amongst us

in her hand is held the seed

Extermination angels

stood beside the road

In violent retribution for

the seeds that we have sown...

ahhhh...