Saline Grace Dead End House
‘Thou art welcome here in Dead End House!'
Lucifer, this bloody nightmare, saw
Mankind staggering along Blind Alley Road
Where the conscious meets subconsciousness
‘Thou art welcome here in Dead End House!'
Old Dad slavered so human and blear
‘Down the stairs thou have nothing to fear.'
‘Thou art welcome here in Dead End House!'
The Old Cloven Hoof, the beast, He howled
‘In my cellar roof, O demon mankind, thou art
Free of morals and worths, these obligations.'
‘So stay here in Dead End House
Thou shall know thy shepherd and thyself!'
In that vault full of stench and braying
The Deuce exposed his chambers of joy
He observed mankind being in anguish and desire;
Diddlers, thieves, rapists and assassins
A desperate misery beyond comparison
As the willing victim requires being as well!
Thus He said:
‘Down here thou shall only harm thyself!
For all evil requires blind will and being.'
‘So stay here in Dead End House
Thou shall know thy shepherd and thyself!
So stay here, my cruel friend.'
‘Thou art welcome here in Dead End House!'
The minister of human affairs bleated
‘This bottom vault is thine, thou churlish creature.'
‘Thou art welcome here in Dead End House!'
The swaying comedian, this old crock, adjured
‘For I'm the shepherd of the human creature
The Lord flogged off to fellow weariness!'
‘So stay here in Dead End House
Thou shall know thy shepherd and thyself!
So stay here, my cruel friend.'
