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Season 3, Episode 1
Thunderbolts fall from heaven
As Danger pulls up from the depths
Chattering classes fall on their asses
Webs we weave tighten to mesh
We aren't so far apart, you and I
The narrative is the thing
The play is on the stage
That's what makes the choir sing
Red, raw, bloody and messy
We each take our turn in the thresher
We do what we're bid and act the fool
Against unseen forces, under pressure
A town in Vermont falls to ghouls
They didn't have it coming
But when God needs a plot
He sends innocents running.
Season 3, Episode 2
Is our fate sealed? No mercy or appeal?
French girls and odd mysteries
Fire, smoke and secret histories
The hidden answer waited there all along
A ghost of a chance steered you wrong
Explosions, implosions, and tricks of sight
Long, ungentle journeys into night
Absent fathers in cruel fights
You believed the Spencers' plight
But this is no dream or fancy's flight
Every day is discontent
Wondering what the clues might have meant
Ciphering where all the Latin went
Were the devils hellish or heaven sent?
Season 3, Episode 3
Meanings and Might hove and wove
Through dead trees and murder groves
Wandering woods, hoping for tomorrows
Counting losses and summing sorrows
The end is coming for me and thee
Run, don't walk, if things get beastly
Cannibals are coming, mad and hungry
The beasts will meet them, sharp and angry
Good things break and come to grisly ends
Bad things are determined and rarely bend
To Time or Mercy or Blessed Forgetting
A million legs creeping in shadowy settings
Under your bed, fleeing one dim light
Reading late, wondering who's wrong and what's right?
Were the Queen's intentions really so bad?
When the curtain falls, will you be sad?
You'd like to think you're certain of what to do
But maybe, like the Queen, you're a tool, too.
Season 3, Episode 4
We're doing the best we can, but debts still accrue
Working for Big Daddy and humanity, too
The kid wasn't always good, sometimes awful
Serving dark forces, unknown, unlawful
Escape the scary, walk in sunshine
Watch the woods, hide among the pines
Make a wish, crack a cervical spine
Find what waits beyond the dividing line
Murder Machines, teeth gnashing
Drool and Want, snapping and slashing
Our highest hopes dashed and crashing.
Season 3, Episode 5
You are the Reader, divinity in disguise
Allowing magic mirrors to hide the lies
New stories and ancient myths
Spears and broken teeth and gnarled fists
Flags unfurled, We are the war that makes the world.
We are all monsters in some small way
Ignoring pain and making others pay
For our ticket to the circus, circles and cycles
No treacle in Gilead? Only creatures primal?
To win our title, we must defeat the tribal
Know tragedy, but find triumph amid the suicidal
Touch the horror of reluctant homicide
And wonder why gods are so occupied with genocide
Our story ends, all wars are done
This was a love story between Father and Son.
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