Lyrics - Vi. Eaten & Forgotten by Divina Enema

(
And
Angel said: '
Thus every one of your boaststhat what he writes is new; tho' it is onlythe
Contents or
Index of already publish'dbooks.
A man carried a monkey about for ashow, and because he was a little wiser thanthe monkey, grew vain, and conceiv'd himselfhimself as much wiser than seven men.
It iswith every one of you: he shows the folly ofchurches, and exposes hypocrities, till heimagines that all are religious, and himselfthe single one on earth that ever broke a net.
Now hear a plain fact:
He has not written onenew truth.
Now hear another: he has writtenall the old falsehoods.
And now hear the reason.
He conversed with
Angels who are all religious,and conversed not with
Devils who all hatereligion, for he was incapable thro' hisconceited notions.
Thus his writings are arecapitulation of all superficial opinions,and analysis of the more sublime but no further.')
I have done all my quests.
I am glad more or less.
Last time when
I had gone -
She had screamed she would come
And try to recognise
What a deuce...
Wench am
I!
I shalt bring many things
When
I spread my dark wings.
So ye wilt scream and cry -
I shalt hurt ye and
I'll
Raise your laugh for a while
After that...
Whore am
I!
In the groove!
The most of you will never got to be happy at all
Because you can only weep and complain,
Because you try to remember your own childhood's days...
I've got to remind you of coffins
And haunt you again and again
And the chain of life won't break anyway...
So, eaten bread is soon forgotten -
Taken cares soon disappear!
Angel of the dreams and nightmares
Show me the way you have flown this night
What have you seen,
What have you heard,
What have you done?"...
At the eventide
I was flying high above the woods,
I was going across the hills
Through the trees
I've seen the bloody moon in the midnight skies,
I've shed the vampiric mist on the fields
Oh,
I worked very hard...
But
I don't seem to have done a lot...
World needs adversities
Because they give you (opportunity to) hope -
The hope does let you get
Something's like a nice tomb.
Are you silly worm really surprised?
Do not you know, opportunity seldom knocks twice...
And your cares knock at your door almost everyday!
So, eaten bread is soon forgotten -
Taken cares soon disappear
Don't cry poor mankind, be quiet -
I am here.
Soon
I'll be feeding you...
Guess what
I brought
You as the others do need some meal. -
I will have given to you that ideal
I've ruined the human mansions -
Now there's misery and sadness there
Lick up your sweet desperation:
Have your bread and have your death!
But eaten bread is soon forgotten -
Almost all these brats ate the bread,
Devoured the gotten
I worked very hard...
But
I don't seem to have done a lot...
And so
I shall never stay without my work."

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