THE RAISING OF THE DEMON

Time upon each bloody time,

So far, each time, to fail.

We recommit the same old crime

And what shall finally come to those

Who scorn the ancient law?

Perhaps they'll see the Aeons close

From Moloch's fiery maw.

As if in payment for their sins,

You'll hear the lost souls screamin'.

They played the game that no one wins:

Part IV THE NECKLACE

I made a necklace for my friend

But I was sore misled.

It came to pass that in the end

I wore the thing instead.