Wake and begin the crawl
by Samael Wolf
join the mindless procession
while wondering about it all
is this how animals feel
on their way to be slaughtered?
Its no wonder why they simply give up
lie down in their own excrement
knowing all is futile
death is at hand.
among the moos and bleats
and wails of mortal pain
waiting to be skinned alive
The smell of death is in the air today
the silent stalker that some can feel
Yes feel the icy presence
invisible yet you can feel its gaze
upon you, gripping you like a vise
'Begone you beggar! '
' I have no time for your game! '
I have told Death this many times,
the last time he nearly won.
But I know that I will not give up
that I refuse to lay in my excrement
or listen to the wails of pain
coming from the flock.