Sabbat

One man - one vision,
racial purity,
madman or magician?A mystery to me,
he who scorns the teachings of
Blavatsky count the cost,
there's more than superstition
hides behind the crooked cross.
Our destiny in prophecy -
we learn by our mistakes,
through each strata of society -
the poison infiltrates,
adding hatred to the embers -
'till the fire burns out of hand,
to spread the dark cloud swiftly -
'cross our 'Green and Pleasant Land'.
Security in ignorance,
out of sight is out of mind,
while children weep on city streets -
the blind deceive the blind,
they say 'welcome your lost brother
all he touches turns to gold',
yet my 'brother' tries to kill me -
out of love so I am told.
My blood with yours shall mingle,
our spirits unify,
if our hearts are joined as one
then we can never die.
Now the 'Dove of Peace' lies dead,