The Arcane

	Here in the garden
	of the arcane delights
	dark shadows overwhelm us
	and and we become blind.
	Blind to the needs of
	those who would be free
	from the breath of fear
	and the prisons of the mind
	ahhhh...
	Amidst the throes of perplexity,
	freedom moves amongst us
	in her hand is held the seed
	Extermination angels
	stood beside the road
	In violent retribution for
	the seeds that we have sown...
	ahhhh...