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... And By The Moonlight

And by the moonlight the dancing dark disappears,

Ohh it's so cold.

Mist swirls, through Londons twisted streets,

As a lady cries.

A butcher, a voyeur is that what I am,

But do you know for sure.

Chaos possessed by hell,

Insanity in harmony.

I can't believe you'd stab me in the back,

A mask of falseness you dont understand.

Stay away, my friend, from the dark,

There are things you would not understand,

It is rotten right to the core.

And by the moonlight the lady cries,

As the blood ran down her dress.

For sustenance or love and in that feeling,

The pain lulled and diminished to a glow.

Wisdom of the elders leading children,

To the grave.

Wicked nights of sadness and sorrow,

When society is in pain.

(Dear Boss Yours Truly - letter)

Chaos possessed by hell,

Its in harmony.

Of madness there is a train of thought,

That knowledge is insanity.

If so how many of you have gone,

No one will ever know.