Seraphic Deviltry

Theatre of Tragedy - Seraphic Deviltry

Whether He the quaint savant's power doth held I now not,
Albeit aetat a thousand stars' birth He is -
birth He is, birth He is

Zuoth I that for reasons to me oblivious
August of a granditude of servants is He held,
And by plastic consonantry e'en more servants to the host addéd are -
Pelf they are, dare I say!

Maugre His diurnal seraphic deviltry
I say that deviltry - 'tis forsooth deviltry! -
Mind not this in scintillating shades clad is;
To claim the glore is He suffer'd.
"Grant me the fatlings", gouth He, "the fatter the better!",
And died they of starvation;
They are not slaughtering their fatlings -
They are slaughtering 'hemselves.

Sith I at time of yester the questions durst ask,
And dare I say this burthen weightful was,
Wrack of His machine - like motion was I naméd,
Tho' blind and fond the jesters rebuilt
The machine alike - yet whettéd and dight are its edges
The machine alike - yet whettéd and dight are its edges...


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Un saludo a todos
Shostan
Der lord der dunkelheit