Hear ye, hear ye...

Hear ye, hear ye…

I am the spokesperson for sinners that sit in darkness

I am acquainted with the discourse of whores and publicans

I have foreseen the coming to power of the world of the Antichrist

I have known the trials & tribulations of the true artist

Hear ye, hear ye,

I speak of the sighs from hell of madness unchained

And the groans of damned souls, a City’s poor

Doom and Downfall are my themes

The Unresurrected Dead

What it is, and what is it is not

The Unspeakableness of  Loss

I am the great conductor

Of the Dance of Dissolution

Unthanked, I’m a true prophet

Unthawed, I will never yield

My brush or pen to a softer,cuter vision

Hear ye, hear ye,

I speak of the sighs from hell of madness unchained

And the groans of damned souls, a City’s poor

Sheena Blackhall