Manden Med Leen - A Hill To Die Upon

«…Satan hath desired you, that he may sift as wheat…»

Luke 22:31b KJV

I have mixed the wines at Shinar

I have planted the olives at Athens

Fire I fed to the fallen fold

And gifts I gave of gain-less gold

At Knossos I sanctified my horns — Wetted with virginity

Rightly I reveled 'mongst the rotted roots

And blood I begged of the boldest brutes

Albion gave me no saintless throne

My seed was wasted upon that isle

Creeds I craved of the carnal crowd

But prayers were proffered by the pierced and proud

The new world has been my greatest pride

Where longest has been my lordly stride

Death I dreamed for the drowning dregs

And Love I lost between her lifeless legs

«Ye are of father the devil, and the lusts of your father ye will do.»

John 8:44 KJV

«From that time many of his disciples went back, and walked no more with him.»

John 6:66 KJV

Let my scythe fall upon that field

And reap what the sky would yield