Manson Cain

When evil to this world first came, Death was known by just one name. Til sin by death did seek to gain. Forever cursing the Manson Cain. From the day when God first heard the sound. Of abel's blood cry from the ground. For Adam a newer, more bitter tear. As the spirit of murder did appear. Being set to dwell, where men called Nod, Forever marked by the hand of God. Unto his children pass the stain. The legacy of  Manson Cain. From then unto this very day. Their feet have trod their bloody way. No plea for mercy did prevail. By their evil much would fail. Where eyes shine with lunatic glee. And Hell embraced as destiny. Where brother is by brother slain. Goes forth an heir of Manson Cain. When gathers in his bloody hand, The treasure of a fertile land. The watchman truly waits in vain Before the wrath of manson cain. Beggerman dirty, ragged and course. Dissolution without remorse. Child of night and fog and rain. Walks the son of Manson Cain. His inquisition tried by flame. His hell was served in Jesus name. His council to the flock was kill. So martyrs burned as martyrs will. In pestulence He did inflict, The well with great fear of the sick. Bring out you'r dead!! the crier cried. Many were sent before they died. He searched the dead for hidden gold, Even as the dead cart rolled. For death was ever to him gain, It troubled not the manson cain. When learning bought its light no more. murder prospered like never before. With all of life bought to disdain. darkness served the manson Cain. He murmered into the ears of kings. Sowing seeds from wich warfare springs. And laid his hand on the Industrial age. That forged machines to feed his rage. For his cause the factories never stopped. The children worked until they dropped. As old men they are working still. His cup of death shall never fill. His spirit lurks in smiling faces. In all the desperate, dirty places. Til time shall cease, he'll yet remain. The bloody heir of Manson Cain He buries hope of love and laughter. Despare before and hades after. His communion that of the bloody knife. His lord the spirit of antilife. In every town and countryside. He's sown the seed of homicide. Gacey, Bundy, and Lucas too. O J simpson and maybe you. Murder wears as many names. As justifications that it claims. But on its face the truth is plain. It bears the mark of Manson Cain.reposted after corrections and addition. Written January 7th, 2002 © on Mar 13 2002 02:39 AM PST, Patric Patterson    0 • 10