clarissa mckone

Upon the rock
at hanging gate
there is a spot
a chilling grate.
A sound so foul
it makes one faint
A wind so cold
it throws you down.

Upon the rock
at hanging gate
you go there once
to seal your fate.

Crackling bones, neck snaps
Dreams to dust
deliberately cut off
time ticks on and on....
The crowds laughter belied
their fear and grief.
The fear of offended silence
mocks the hollow ec...

In hallowed halls
Golden walls
thrones on high
made with pride
the evil in heart
take the part
of overlord
and most high
Crimson and purple robes
golden crowns
jewels amass
as high as the heavens
their murderous wars
their treacherous ways
false words sway
the masses
Yes evil lurks
boldly billows the darkness
filth spews forth from the wicked
building Babylon the great
with the body's of our...

In the misty copse
they gather
secret within secret
to ravage and ensnare
tentacles reaching out
every where
Brahmin conjure
dark majesty
hidden popes
shape shifting reptilians
worshipers of Moloch
Killers of children

The red shield
elders of Zion
keepers of the fallen light
the star of Remphan
attended by the priest
of Baal

Orchestration of maniacal domination
evil serpents choking th...