Open Letter To Dr. Strange
Well curse me for a novice if you see fit
But by the Hoary Hosts of Hoggoth have you seen the clues
An evil grips the world and it's not the Dire Wraiths
You can find them cloaked between the lines of news
A tale spun of religion and malady is nothing new
Ancient claims and battle games, do it in and for God's name
Spells of Modern Bafflement keep us from seeingEvangelicals with death machines, Dr. Doom and suicide dreams
This letter refers to just a political christian few
Who, like Silver Dagger, would force us their point of view
Normally I wouldn't summon you my fear of fate
But they're collecting money and minds at a frightening rate
Minions of Mindless Ones pinned to the tube
Paranoia through ignorance, patriotism and lies
Like Mists of Morpheus blackening the earth
Turning masses into flocks while the TV hypnotizes
Their Book of Vishanti has a passage of future destruction
Apocalypse by horsemen, wielding combustion
They're working to fulfill this profecy of Darkhold
Sacrificing us all with Galactus hearts of pure cold
Coup d'etat nuclear control room, 4 faithful on horses
Judgement day, non-Living Tribunal, vapour trail to heaven
They've even imagined they'll be Immortals and saints
Written by God's hand? No, mutants, in their 2nd New Testament
Petty tyrant fanatics becoming Thanos like fascists
Legislating fear and hate, gaining Power by Hour
They'll blacklist and bankrupt you as new age occult evil
And burn your mag, banish your fans as Spawns of Satan
Mage, I bet Jesus and Budda would smile on you
Like the Ancient One himself, you've prob'ly met them too
But by Satanish, what realm has cast this spell?
It is not Valhalla but the essence of Hel
With Seraphims bright shield deflect their attack
It could be Nightmare or a Mephisto soul deal
By the Crimson Bands of Cytorrak drive them back
I don't know who, maybe the dread Dormammu
Sorcerer Supreme, Earth's magical protector
Bathe these intolerants with the All Seeing Light
By the Wings of Needless Sorrow and the Winds of Watomb
In a Mystic Whirlpool of love, wash their soul of doom.
"By the fearsome Fangs of Faralloh, by the Mabdhara's talon's sharp,
let these tendrils birthed in blackness be thrust through yonder warp"(Thanks - MakeMineMarvel)
(Despite the blackest that you may make it
there will always be moments that you can't control
where it
Feels good to be alive)
nuff said, Ed.
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