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Onan
04:56
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To you will I give as much of gold
As for more than your life will endure;
And of pearls and precious stones handfuls;
And all shall be so pure.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
As a battering ram upon the ceiling, upon the walls...
Watchful! Ever-lasting... Ever-grasping
"I am a King's son so good
How can I let you gain me?
You dwell not on land, but in the flood,
Which would not with me agree.”
Oh yes, yes, yes
Nine times you’d crawl,
Turned to four legged beast of course!
The slither, the scratching against the sun!
But oh, have as much of gold and precious stones
As more than your life will endure
And all shall be so pure...
Ever-lasting, ever-grasping
Buried under sea and ore
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Dew
06:06
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“On a sudden shrilly sounding,
Hideous yells and shrieks were heard;
Then each heart with fear confounding,
A sad troop of ghosts appear’d,
All in dreary hammocks shrouded,
Which for winding-sheets they wore.”
Chime! clang! knell! and -
Know for whom the bell tolls,
Know the hour has cometh, but not the man.
“The messenger of God
With a golden trumpet I see,
With many other angels more,
Which sound and call for me.
Instead of musicke sweet,
Go toll my passing bell.”
Through all time a peculiar token has marked the coming death,
Above the deep caverns in the cliff rises a carn!
On this, chains of fire are seen ascending and descending,
and often accompanied by loud and frightful noises...
Chime! clang! knell!
Know for whom the bell tolls,
Know the hour has cometh, but not the man.
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Tri
04:02
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She said, I know you now, I knew you all along,
I knew you in the dark, miserable and degraded
And for those agonies suffered
We pay the fare, for I declare,
away down to the Peller
Until the next moon as old is as the present one
Away down trodden paths with the Devil!
The Peller - He is able - Thriven! or if my curse could avail,
Should he thrive! Wasting illness felt with cruel intent
She believed, she knew me, knew me all along,
A fantasy in the dark, miserable and degrading
Ridden with agonies, a wager in blood, a declaration
On the way down to the Peller, out of the rabbit’s hole
I’ve seen it! I’ve seen it! She clamored!
From rumors of his spectral appearance
I delivered but doubts of reality; a thoughtless faith of the old is made anew
The man has cometh, past the hour of penance
The spell was taken off, the tamed devils turn blind eye
For he is in possession of no end of charms, powers of no common order, over this and the
other world.
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Peswar
05:00
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“The lonely mountains o’er,
And the resounding shore,
A voice of weeping heard, and loud lament;
From haunted spring and dale,
Edged with poplar pale,
The parting genius is, with sighing sent.”
“And as he rode over the more,
He had seen a lady where she sat
Between oaks and a green hollow;
She was clad in red scarlet.
“Then there as should have stood her mouth,
Then there was set her eye;
The other was in her forehead fast,
The way that she might see.
“Her nose was crook’d and turn’d outward,
Her mouth stood foul awry;
A worse-form’d lady then she was,
Never man saw with his eye.”
This woman, old, poor; from the world’s ill usage rendered malicious,
Is charged with the evils lashing upon kindred
Look upon her, now! Look upon her works, and despair!
See her now better - scratched and gouged - With no skin left to be laid bare, a pale sight!
Three times in a trembling accent she’d wail
With a keen scythe behind her
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Pymp
05:19
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“And he
Who will my true love be,
Come after me and mow.”
Wailed the wretched pale mistress -
No longer a strange visage, her true form and shape now known
The man, now a grin in the dark - Tis now his only frown before her!
A frozen eunuch he’d become, between the oaks, and the pale grass...
Where riches came once to burn at the altar, now he kneels!
The man, now a grin in the dark - Tis now his only frown before her!
There the moon shined bright like the pearls in his hands, pearls now turned to sand
Would he be lover? Would he grab the scythe?
How would he toil the tool of the kingdom under, the tool of the land?
Would he rather cross the rivers, to the sea?
Or coming last in the procession, would he see shadows of themselves?
The man, now a grin in the dark - Tis now his only frown before her!
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