Danse Macabre

In the forest of mankind the trees are nurtured by the soil of wisdom,
and leaves are cleansed by raindrops that fall from the clouds of love.
But as smoke pours out from satans nostrils, mankind chokes on poisoned fumes,
tarnishing this paradise we once called mother earth.

Rubbing smoke from bleary eyes, humans turn to darker pleasures
killing, cheating, stealing, raping, preying on the weak.
Our maker meanwhile bows his head and saddened watches his creation
savagely ensnared in the fallen angels trap.


cromerpaul

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This was a narrative I put to music way back in the early nineties. The music was a spooky guitar “waltz”, arpeggiated and slightly discordant.

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