Greener Pastures

"God lay dead in Heaven;

  Angels sang the hymn of the end;

  Purple winds wend moaning,

  Their wings drip-dripping

  With blood

  That fell upon the earth.

  It, groaning thing,

  Turned black and sank.

  Then from the far caverns

  Of dead sins

  Came monsters, livid with desire.

  They fought,

  Wrangled over the world,

  A morsel.

  But of all sadness this was sad,-

  A woman's arms tried to shield

  The head of a sleeping man

  From the jaws of the final beast."

Also, none of the songs up there are what we sound like. So come to a show, man.