Vials of blood lay far and near
Well mixed to use as garnish...

Sprawled embrace of shallow hollow
Crack and ping distant and near...

Deep in the bowels of man's concrete Hell
Freezing in the midst of a wintry night...

Shadowy mist ran three
Nearby howl then bite...

Running her mouth so fast and furious
Making it sound so harsh and serious...

Be not spiteful of their way
Toll swiftly O’Ye hesitant chime...

Where mommy did daddy up and go
Why can’t he be here to play with me...

What dreadful sin have I sweet Jesus
That you now turn your back to me...