Plainsman

Here you gather To hear these tales of false gods And of misery And of terror you could never dream Possessing A warning so dire Words from my tongue Weightless upon your ears If scrawled by hand The tome could not be carried Within my mind This volume rests Wisdom of true darkness Borne out of these desolate plains Fields of madness Ripe for harvest Swaying in poisoned winds There In silence And fear Children suffer greatly From faith A Plainsman is born There In silence And fear Children suffer greatly From faith A Plainsman is born Here you gather To hear these tales Of false gods And of misery And of terror you could never dream Possessing A warning So dire I SHARED HIS FEAR I HEARD HIS SCREAMS PROPHETIC SCENES WITHIN MY DREAMS