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Gothic Lullaby





Drink deep you lovers of the dark,

The rotting festering husks of spark,

The archers shooting down the lark,

The loiters of dark corners and groves sitting at parks,





We are the evil to those who seem,

Ok and complacent with reality,

Like Candide they are doomed in chasing the dream,

Never realizing their body was their true scheme,





Allowing for others to choose their woes,

Hating others for choices in clothes,

From this our strength grows,

As independent thoughts make our choices show,





For we are the dreamers who march dream to reality,

The deep thoughts from our heads become personal uniformity,

The paradox of death a muse to the soul,

For don’t Suicide models show beauty un-dulled,







Returning the deep thoughts from darker sides,

Breathing in our own ideas to our third eyes,

Black is for the true kings of life,

For we can gain inspiration from our strife’s,





We can be the devils, heroes, or vampires too,

Knowing the character inside needs let out from his zoo,

Too rebellious to sit back and except our “Normalcy,” doom,

Like spiders webs making identities from dark dreary looms,





So sing with me to the night:

Blood on my lips,

Dance in my hips,

Culture my foe I want to eclipse,



Night is my friend,

Darkness my end,

Death is my privilege not a fear to transcend,



Do what I want,

Drink deep my taunt,

The crimson in us all brings true desire in font,



Dark is my place,

Odd choices for my face,

It will be you at the end feeling like your land is disgraced,



Life carries on,

Death when I’m done,

Hopefully my drinking can go on and on,





So let our voice carry the world by what is true,

From perspective given from a negative view,

Could heal the lies brought by 1950’s life ques,

And abolish the absurdity from the modern view,





For we help those destroyed by experience,

Giving backing to the downtrodden and alleviating guilty consciousness,

We give new support to unpopular ideas,

Giving interesting plays on classical ideals,

So let the black lace fly,

Let the darkness die,

And let all in the darkness find each other in life,

So the freaks,

Ravers,

Emos,

Goths,

Bloodsuckers,

Witches,

Ghouls,

Warlocks,

Wizards,

Wolves

Zombies,

Witch-doctors,

And even demons too,



Know our place is among one another,

And we are no longer the heretical few,

So stand up for true freedom inside,

And toss out their society driven convenience lies,

Find happiness in our dark little pride,

For we are the showing of personified mind.





Sean Stutzman

Cernnunos



The horns cradle the head as he stares,

Looking between man and what lies out there,

Of nature and man he is chosen to live,

Balancer of eon past what command to lead us do you give,





That nature is us,

A balance of unending trust,

Not something to play with,

Not a toy of disgust,





For his green face always stayed to remind us all,

With abundance showing a control of the fall,

That not a ruler of this game but part of it we are,

Just another cog inside the earth next to a star,





That the true way of bringing good life to each other,

Is controlling our behavior that horned serpent to our brothers,

For though war can bring us riches its true,

By balancing between nature and other groups,

Strength results from natural truth,





For his image never died though liars said we are born of sin,

Yet simply we are born of the world we are in,

Why loose even before experience can win,

Letting creators so far from us rule our dead,

Our reflections of god made our hearts more full than our heads,

Allowing the beauty of nature our mother to be desecrated,



For we are a primate producer of trash,

Yet we know this and don’t use it to give something back,

We are the great thinkers of the kingdom of animals,

Yet we say that none are worthy of our lofty goals,



The great horned lord sneers at these boast,

For man is born from his host,

Born of beast, trees, and bread,

Without anything else we never existed,



So let our ego die as we walk to the dangerous world,

Instead of sitting back in artificial mountains of gold,

For even after understanding her wrath we make mock of our mother,

Giving power of creation to yet another,

Stealing her benevolence and giving to patriarchal force,

The worst thing that’s lead us to unending hordes,



Allowing the beauty to be crippled by man’s fate,

Ripping trees out for war and personal gains,

Yet never giving back to the ultimate faith,

The only thing bigger than us that’s really based,





So forever man will see the horns,

Realize he is not alone anymore,

Know that Cernnunos watches over travelers and trade,

So why not balance nature with our own actions paid,

Let us benefit nature,

Let us put on the fur,

Let nature benefit us,

And then the cyclical system feeds back our trust,





No longer foolish enough to believe choices bring disasters,

Free from being moral sub-reactors,

Let the horned ones image give us reason to dance again,

Then we will be in harmony with carbon life our friend.







Sean Stutzman