This Backward World

Where demons fly with feathered wings
Ethereal and bright
Where angels do unholy things
A'creeping through the night

Where sinners climb the golden stairs
And reach an open gate
Where saints must drop their white affairs
A'trading love for hate

Where trav'lers, poor and vain, do yearn
For a safe place to hide
Where the fire flows and waters burn
A'raging side by side

Where, I wonder, are they destined?
And how and when and why?
Where fear flourished; hope was lessened
Dark shadows filled the sky

Where bravery sits idly by;
Strength denies its duty
Where Mother Nature starts to cry
Mourning for lost beauty

'Tis where I stand, 'tis where I fall
Alive and dead the same
'Tis soon the time to end it all
But who will call my name?

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