The Truth So Terrible by Charles E S Fairey The Medieval Minds told you so But you weren't ready to know The Truth So Terrible Ignore It at your peril For the world of angels and demons You never listened to the mad and heathens For history warned us: the so called enlightened So that like children: we weren't frightened The Truth So Terrible For a madman to see those elemental spirits, upon you You'd scream in terror if you only ever, truly, knew A man absorbed by illness and pain Blaming all with continuing profanity and blame But oh, just take a step back and you'll see That far from the depths of imaginary be For like a demon it clenches him, oh so strong, oh so close In his head, in his voice, in his hands, and in his toes Feeding on the energy of misery’s ball Haunting you with every malevolent call Yet you look, and see just a suffering man Whereas with the Medieval Mind, see, you can See, See, The Truth So Terrible Like an imp it grows within him Like claws it scratches at his kin Slowly but surely, it effects those with care Whilst you in misery, think life isn't at all fair As it takes root within, what was once his form And when he's gone from this world, at the deathly dawn It will linger long, in the minds it affected I mean what was It, that folk really expected If they could see, I mean really See The Truth So Terrible And like a virus, the hordes of darkness spread their wings Right under the noses, of those scientific minds it sings Oh, The Truth So Terrible And its victim, remains oblivious throughout Whilst it wrestles, with his soul in an unholy bout And only then, those who can clearly and truly see Won’t utter a word to them, for they too dance with he Oh, The Truth So Terrible Yet if we listened, to those who had gone before Those with grace, who entered heaven's forgiving door Or were given over after, by another With the words of ritual, from a brother We would have, with the aid of the Medieval Mind Burned with the Light, only of the angels kind And learned to suffer and die, with angelic grace For we would know the terror, we all must face For we would be able to: disentangle the demon from the modern man And see the truth hidden within belief: so invisible in this modern land For the darkness visible Is The Truth So Terrible "Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my Soul to keep, If I should die before I 'wake, I pray the Lord my Soul to take." The New England Primer "At our peril, we ignore the beliefs of souls who have gone before us..." Sir Simon Marsden, ‘Ghosthunter’ documentary, Granada TV, May 1992 |
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