The Seductiveness Of Decay

Silked like a ghost in infinite splendor
The moon illumes like a madness vendor
Lycanting hosts to a coarse surrender
Frightening most lest they offend her reign.

Proleteriat enslaved
In whoredom with moloch
London run amok is sodom bathed
In an eerie light and a sickening fog.

This city is a beautiful spider
With a poison welling inside her
That subdues and loots her prey
A web to tarry souls compelling them to
Duly stray.

Fantasmagoriana's on its way.

This mist, carousing off the Thames
Its sallow tendrils bend
The will of many men
To morbid fascination.

How the full asylums howl
With madness on the prowl
And all the maidens bow
To the skeletal
Squalor King Cholera.

Here the age grows more unholier
Careered with fear
Beneath the veil of melancholia.

Now the smoke stacks darken skies
The caress of death is on the rise
Its choking breath romanticized
And dressed in gothic veneration.

Funereal this bride
Wedded to the dead inside.

Blackest magic, whithechapel paved
Penny bloods delight in
The tragic splay of rifled graves
And suicide spirit guides the circle is inviting.

Evil dances under many guises
Pristine masks shadow terrible vices
Sins enhanced lucifer entices near.

Here the age grows more unholier
Careered with fear
Beneath the veil of melancholia.

Now the smoke stacks darken skies
The caress of death is on the rise
Its choking breath romanticized
And dressed in greatest expectations.

Thin wings lay on the ground
Buond for the pound
Of the beckoning reckoning.

Infatuation with the mysterious
Frights are writing better chapter and verse
Intoxication hearts are not averse
To circus freaks and black waxworks.

Those that the grace of god denied
Become divertissement to curb
The bitter taste from glittered lives
Modernity perturbs.

Horror victorianorum.

Phantasmogenic psychogenic
Sotted minds are bled away.

Behind the rind of imperialistic overall
Industrious teeth sank deep into the red map
Workhouses grist for satanic treadmills
Spew offsprings back intact
In fact far closer to collapse
And the pooling lamp of science in defiance of the lord
Its hallowed tallow burning with discord
Is born of midnight trysts with resurrectionists
Body snatchers child catchers
The Necropolis built on top of this
Is an Empire fit for ghouls
Is an empire fit for ghouls.

Here the age grows more unholier
Careered with fear
Beneath the veil of melancholia.

Now the smoke stack darken skies
The caress of death is on the rise
Its choking breath romanticized
And dressed in chocked abomination
Aberration
A mourning nation cries.