The Curmudgeon

YOU'LL COME FOR THE CURSES. YOU'LL STAY FOR THE MUDGEONRY.

Monday, September 09, 2013

Wahrheit Macht Frei

Paradisiac fields, and under the lawn
the dark dead.
Shading heavenly lamps, membranes torn
from dark wings.
Outside heavenly gates, broken horns
from dark heads.
Praises light up the camps; beyond, where dark clings,
devils mourn.

Æthelwulf Oakman

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