The Hanged Man

Whispered supplication
Echoed from indifferent night
Broken susurration
Corrupts dogma with despair
Anima bled
Extinguish the heat of rage
Consuming dread
Smothering panic to escape

Dawn of dreadful twilight
The yawning breach betrays
Steps like derisive laughter
Fallen from the gangway
Seething artificial light
Swallowed in bitter grief
Imparts impending loss
What is scorned, all that matters

When did you succumb
To a dreamer's lie
Content to die
That it might live?

Through diffidence affected
Self-loathing's mask of hate
A tremor of horror exposed
To seize with furtive glance
Sentimental sympathy
Resemble more than we contend
In hope common to all
Of a life shortly severed

When did you become
The begetter of lies
Condemned to die
That truth might live?

The wish of some, relief of many and fate of all
The wish of some, relief of many and fate of all (Actions are the seeds of fate)
The wish of some, relief of many and fate of all (Actions are the seeds of fate) (The disciple's fate is intolerance)
The wish of some, relief of many and fate of all (Actions are the seeds of fate) (The disciple's fate is intolerance)
The wish of some, relief of many and fate of all (Actions are the seeds of fate) (The disciple's fate is intolerance)
The wish of some, relief of many and fate of all (Actions are the seeds of fate) (The disciple's fate is intolerance)



Credits
Writer(s): Paul O'brien
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