Gains Of Iniquity
WHEN I LAY ME DOWN TO SLEEP,
MY ENEMIES RISE TO CONGREGATE AGAINST ME,
THEY HAVE SLAYED ME IN THE LAND OF SLEEP,
THEY HAVE CUT ME UP TO LOOK LIKE A MAGGOT,
THEY RAVISH MY WIFE IN MY DEAD-SLEEP PRESENCE,
THEY HAVE MADE ME A MOCKERY AMONGST THEIR KIND,
I STAND, AN OBJECT OF RIDICULE BY WHORES,
YEA, THE LAND OF THE DEAD IS ALIVE WITH WOES AND PAINS,
THE DEAD WEEP AND WAIL FOR THE BURDEN IT BEARS,
THE BURDEN BY RELIGION,
THE YOKE BY GOD,
YEA, THEM THAT HATH AN EAR WILL HEAR LIES,
THEM THAT SEE, WILL SEE MIRAGES AND CALL THEM VISIONS,
THE TONGUES OF THY OFFSPRINGS SHALL BRING FORTH UNTRUTHS,
WOE UNTO THEM THAT ADHERE TO THE TONGUE'S OF HARLOTS,
WOE UNTO THEM THAT LISTEN TO PROSTITUTES,
THOU SHALL INHERIT THAT WHICH THOU HAST ACCEPTED TO INHERIT,
YEA, GOD AND HIS SERVANTS SHALL BEQUEATH THEE WITH THEIR INIQUITY,
YEA, YOU SHALL INHERIT VENGEANCE,
ENEMIES SHALL FALL UPON THEE,
YOU SHALL REAP THE FRUITS OF THY WICKED LABOUR,
YEA, A SHAMEFULL END SHALL BE THY PORTION,
OH YE WORKERS OF INIQUITY
poem by Overlord Don Manuel Ihcakeyno
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