Witches (repost)

No More Witches

All this darkness
All this darkness gathering
As the rain falls
And the floodwaters rise
And our crops are destroyed
And there are no more witches
And there are no more witches
For us to burn

And so we create them
And then we seek them out
And then we magnify them
And we rub our hands against the warmth
Of the flames, as we reduce them to ashes

And yet the floodwaters still rise
And yet the darkness still gathers
It gathers
It gathers

Armageddon

Stepping Out of Hell

You must exist
In a state of perpetual profundity
Always venture
Beyond the safe, shallow waters
Eschew the minutiae
The messiness of daily life
Inanity, Vanity
Doesn’t do that much for me