During the night, in the gloom,
They came a knocking, to my room.
I am not scared, I must not fret,
They do not know, at lest not yet.
The deed was done, some time ago,
In the garden, by the pale Moon’s glow.
Time is short and it’s running out,
But I must fight on, I cannot doubt.
Faith must hold me against their force,
But I fight on, I must stay the course.
I know what I did, when I done what I did,
In the garden, by the statue, to that poor, poor kid.
I did not want this, I did not ask,
But now it’s me who was to finish this task.
I take a deep breath, and opened my door,
The man before me shook me to my core.
Evil begot evil; I had learned this at last,
In the garden, my family’s buried sins of its past.
Pain is my heritage. Evil, the legacy.
If not for that I’d living happy and free.
But now I’m here among these vile creatures.
With their evil, dark souls and their hideous features.
This is my family, they are my kin,
In the garden, in the house, that’s built atop sin.
Deals with the devil, signed with blood,
I have to end this. I have to fight this flood
With my brother now gone, due to my deed,
I am now the last to carry their tainted, wicked seed
But soon their evil will be over; their evil will be gone,
In the garden, there’ll once again be a dawn.
The thing before me, my father of old,
His stare is of hate, his blood ice cold.
He bid me to the room, where another deed is to be done,
I must impregnate a creature, endow it with a son.
But I will not allow it, for destiny arrives
In the garden, where darkness and evil resides.
As I walk down the halls of my childhood past,
I knew I was crazy for returning at last.
I hated my family, as they despised me.
For something grew within me that they could not see.
Caring and love pushed away the sin, killing the gloom,
In the garden, at last a rose in bloom.
But this rose was not soft, tender or weak
This rose had thorns, strong not meek.
As I entered the room that the creature slumbered,
Bile I could taste, for it wasn’t as I remembered.
My sister, once beautiful and lively, now bloated and twisted,
In the garden, while one rose bloomed another one wilted.
My sister is the creature, whom I was to mate,
In this sick family tree that doesn’t separate.
As it’s been done sense ages untold,
The eldest two siblings continued the fold.
The devil sees to it no disease can set in,
In the garden of eternal incestuous sin.
I whispered an apology to my sister as I pulled out my gun,
I uttered a curse to my family as I ended their sick, demented fun.
One bullet eased my sister suffering; another warmed my father’s heart,
I laughed at my family; I should have done this from the start.
I told my brood of the deed I had done,
In the garden, to the youngest, lost son.
Curses came at me as I ended their bloodline.
I closed their sick book and ripped out its spine
I placed the gun to my temple, smiled and laughed,
I had won this battle, the nightmares over at last.
I squeezed the trigger and did what was right,
There in the garden, by the twilight.
