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THE GOAT
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Come gather round
my left-hand side
for the left-hand path
is so easy to find
Open your minds
to the beauty within
of such sweet sorrow
darkness and sin
I see all
before my sight
every creed
and colour
of meek and might
Follow not - like sheep
the path of the Right -
but the Path of the Left
do not fight
For I am no judge -
and will judge thee not
Do what thou wilt
and whatever I spot
is allowed before
my Satanic Hoards
Come, gather, my children
before your Lords
No matter the deed
no matter the sin
they are never too deep
so enter within
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The Left-Hand Path
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The Left-Hand Path
is yours to take
hear the music
of the damned
when they begin
to bake?
See the
funeral pyres
rising high
so dense
you cannot
see the skies
So black you
cannot see beyond
the Lake of Fire
with unlimited throngs
See my angels
with their
fork-pitched tongues
whip and lash
the screaming hoards
of men and women before
my throne
giving homage
to the Great Goat
alone?
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The Mighty Satan
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And I gaze down
at the pitiful sight
upon my Throne
so dark yet bright
The Mighty Satan
who judges not
the sins of men
within my melting pot
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El Diablo
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El Diablo
I salute you with
Come, my children
enter my abyss
and wallow within
the pleasures of Hell
that for you I have created
oh so well.
The Left-Hand Path
has brought you to me
Breath free my children
can't you see
that the pain
all around you
is perpetual bliss
Such sweet sorrow
feel the whip of my kiss
Now my angels
drag you away
Now here, forever
you will stay
I gaze down
from my Throne -
such delectable sights
My black eyes piercing
the fiery nights....
Copyright
{c} 2010
Copyright
Wayne Leon Learmond
The Left-Hand Path
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