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Arrival Of DoomA smell so wretchedMeasure attented with ill effects There arose a question About purifyng atrocious taste Present within reach Under my hand in fire Truth is lust – feel it Let their eyes – be darkened Hope deffered makes the heart sick No man had ever been so impious To directly condemn prayer Attent to the voice of supplication Alleging it to be insufficient For reason delaying it's attendance Fear creeps upon me As a matter of fact arrival of doom Perfect little crime – connections in affairs Free from the amputation of fault Unlawful premediated killing From wich succeeding years are numbered The path of duty is prescribed Fear creeps upon me As a matter of fact arrival of doom Infernal gloom as utter darkness His hand will be against human Besmeared with gore as dark temper Absence of sorrow for mayhem |