Luther's Army - Death In June

Like Luther’s army

And Abel’s brother

I woke to find

Only to smother

And angel fat at Satan’s feast

Where falsehood, childhood

And loneliness ceased

Delicate like grief

I am rapist, well-healed

Double the echo of silence

Like a dusty dead rose

Contaminate with neglect

Every little heart

Should end up broken

And shrouded by fog

Like Luther’s army

And Abel’s brother

I woke to find

Only to smother

An angel fat

At Satan’s feast

Where falsehood, childhood

And loneliness ceased

Asleep in The stumble of autumn

The pain was calvary

Our living on Empty!

The dead of it —

The dread of it!

Like Luther’s army

And Abel’s brother

I woke to find

Only to smother

And angel fat at Satan’s feast

Where falsehood, childhood

And loneliness ceased