Damn The Darkness

Damn the darkness of spirits most foul,

curse infirmities which cleave of sheol and its house.

For the bitterworm of loathing is now to this day born

as are they who are so contrite in their sanctimonious scorn.

Therefore damn this darkness and its minions of night,

and curse their companions who carry their light.

Deliver us now from their foul and most evil breath.

Bring us all into shelter now by this pitiful request.

For they are the purveyors of this sordid dream

who in false witness impishly connive and scheme.

They claim to come with hope and light in hand,

yet instead of radiant glory, they give darkness to the land.

So damn this darkness which has come to blind me

and curse the bearers of this false light

 as they in their hypocritical way impugn those who are truly free.

J. Allen Wilson © SIX 2006