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Hear them, those voices in mind.
Heed them, those ideas they speak
I have felt the hands of those voices, in the wake of my choices.
I have heard them laughing at me in my shambled mind.
Those voices are not mine,
Nor were they ever...
I was not born with them,
But they came to me in weakness.
Attracted to the scent of my flawed being,
the aura of my imperfection.
The voices of, my rotten conscious,
Overtaken by shame and regret.
I have heard them screaming
at me in my shackled mind...
By Death and a prayer,
Through my tongue
A burning blade into
The hearts of many.
You know me not
But a name and a rumor.
Yes, to the will and way
By which I attempt to live.
Human am I, yet ever so strange.
Far gone, and close to madness
But still am I sane
By Death and a prayer.
Fight or Flight In the Presence of Logic.
Find your common ground of shedding blood
In the far lands of Else Where,
For here is not the place where bodies should
Fall just short of their own sweat and tears.
It is fear that is the beast you so portray,
And an agenda so immorally laced with false teachings.
Here lies the home, once ancient and grown,
Now rubble in the growing pile
Of humanities excrement.
Its epitaph shall read nothing,
For no words can be written
by the lack of knowledge per this land....
Look your land in its dying eyes,
Listen to its final breaths...
The billowing sands that blow
Erosion into its elderly face.
make your way to the place in which you slumber,
And allow your mind to bestow upon you
Nightmares that bring you to regret your chosen ways of sin,
and method of self-destruction.
Taken by so full of self,
The rotten husk now lies
Half buried in a partially cremated state...
Still a home for its dying cells
The soon to be carcass,
Awaiting the bills of hovering vultures
Still Waters Beyond the Storm
It is above and beyond
the realm where soar the children
of my ever undying Lord.
My mind is forever enraptured
by the very thoughts...
the concepts that are so limitless.
God what glory is to be beheld!
Lead me by still waters my Lord,
Beyond the storms of this wretched world.
Pray I that my intrigue
is never felt as a thorn in Heaven's walls,
as my only wish bring true wisdom home.
Thou art my God,
ascended and surrounding,
forever the greatest of praise goes to you.
From my lips come prayer,
From my hands comes worship,
From my heart comes faith.
Channel my voice through, O'abounding angels!
Though my thoughts often plague me,
I make attempts to please you all that I can.
As it was once said,
"I shall fear no storm,
for I am learning to sail my ship!"
Hand Cannon Overkill
The charismatic recluse
with a loner's philosophy.
Birds of a feather,
the punishments that I endure,
I cannot work beneath
The know-nothing status
in the search for myself
Goes on with trial & error...
All in all, I am merely awaiting
my own return.
The Book of Prophecies: The Pagan
His desires shall be those of a Higher influence.
His methods, unprecedented.
He shall bring about the demise of humans,
and the body count shall be of a great multitude.
His deeds shall bring to him,
the attention of the greatest Nephilim, Death.
He shall be feared, and undoubted in his ability.
His reasons are of Faith and vengeance...
Though his faith lies not in God,
But in the servants of such...
Decieved was he in his original conquest.
Forever scarred is his soul.
The Pagan is he,
a mercenary to both Angel and Demon...
Modest Suggestions for Modern Parenting.
Children are but of course the future of civilization in the flesh. The psychology of these little people is imperative to our growth and progress, therefore the concept of bad parenting is enough to start all sorts of feuds between people. Constantly you will hear "Think of the children!" in today's world in matters of domestic conflict, therefore I have tasked myself with coming up with my own solution to bad parenting.
As a human being, it is natural for me to be annoyed by the various types of people that my personality permits me to hate. My first instinct is of course not to kill them, but to get away from them as quickly as possible. However, dealing with idiots in my line of work (entertainment and protection) is almost completely inevitable. At my current place of occupation, I am tasked with dealing with families and parties. Often, I am faced with stupid questions and requests such as "Can I take my beer onto the roller coaster simulation?" or "Why can't little Johnny play l
The Awaited Fall of LuciferWeak is he who cannot speak his mind in times of strife.
Pathetic is he who cannot act in times of conflict.
Your ways are dead! Dead and gone!
You were never a hero to this world!
A hopeless martyr to a worthless cause.
you are weak and withering, an wounded animal
Just waiting to be put down.
Never did you guess a simple human
would remove you from title of malfeasance.
Never would one believe that words and a sharpened blade,
Fire with fire,
would end a once eternal reign of Calamity and Sorrow...
Forever shall Light bring ruin to Darkness.
Forever shall Justice overcome corruption.
And as you beg for your soul to be spared,
I shall look you dead in the eye, in your weakened state,
And deny you before your worthless congregation.
I leave your fate in the humble hands of my maker.
I leave your fate in the Jealous hands of your maker.
I bid no luck to you in the coming hour.
As for the fools that follow you,
their fate is a doomed cause left to the Word of my Faith.
and to the edge of
My Eyes have Journeyed Farther than I
The souls of my boots are far worn,
My face tells the tales of fevers and long nights
spent awake with skies that look down on me with pity.
Do you recall the era of progress?
The life and times of an age come to pass?
The bags beneath my eyes carry sweat more than tears.
I have labored many a day in my time,
stressing in the wake of my open eyes,
breathing only as witness to the strife of All.
My faith is dwindled as feared in past,
here where lights are dimmed and I am tested by strain.
Find me, where on my knees I beg in prayer.
Young am I, the man thought languid beneath pressure
of varied breeds, being forged
into a shell rather hallow beneath a costume.
The sweat of two palms meets in the clasp of pleading agony,
in that dark wood with which I am all
too familiar in dream and wake.
The salt of the oceans behind rusted floodgates
stains me with sour taste, and I am bitter in
each breath of air through my lungs.
So sudden does the humid rush of air fall over
the the filthy skin of
*Ferryman*Charon are you still alive?
For those of us who don't survive
Services needed our souls await
Fare's paid we're here by gate.
River Styx cannot navigate
Ferryman needed, tired of wait
We have received burial rites
Our souls are pure, Charon tonight!
Wolf's HowlThe sweet sound
Like music to the ears
They tell the tale
About their day
They never break a tune
Like a smooth melody
They howl together
to make a strong tune
Don't make a sound
You'll interrupt the most
That drifts you off to sleep
Simply YouA complexion unadorned with the demons of society.
Eyes with gentle waves that cleanse me of worry.
Lips as delicate as the petal of a rose.
A smile so bright the moon is full with envy.
Laughter that fills my ears with the most beautiful of melodies.
A soul of age, of wisdom, and of strength.
A heart that pounds with love for you.
LostI walked in. The room swirled around me. The bare desolate walls splashed with muddy brown paint. It was as if the walls were gossiping about me, my ears began to burn. The high ceilings white as paper closing in on me. The window blew open the slight breeze lifting my hair. The sofa sat at a side looking as if it was whispering to the walls. Its cushioning arms looking rigid. A grand painting was stuck on the wall. It was a painting I couldn't understand. The vivid colours collided in to each other. Its frame was rigid and stiff like it had been hung there for years. The painting stood out, it wasn't supposed to be here. As i glanced around the room the fact that I was alone came back to me. The feeling of alienation crept over me.
Suddenly the wind began howling with anger and desperation. The curtains shivering like the wind and coldness affected them. I wrapped my coat around me the piercing wind biting at my delicate skin. I felt uneasy. The blood
Not That DayNo one wants to remember their worst nightmare.
No one wants to relive the pain.
No one wants to go back to a time without joy.
No one may want to, but the memories remain.
There was a time when I trusted people.
There was a time when I let others inside.
There was a time when every bruise was accidental.
There was a time, but that time is long past.
Maybe some day I'll have the will to live.
Maybe some day I'll learn to love again.
Maybe some day my scars will heal.
Maybe some day, but today is not that day.
Don't I deserve it?Why is the flesh so fragile?
Soft skin turns to jagged red lines
The day before the snow came
Three years ago so similar
Right to this day, before the moon came out
This life I live, it frightens them
One week ago I finally went insane
I cut some more jagged lines
Right down to the bone, my love
I hope this hurts you
As much as it hurts me every day
Don't I deserve it, my love?
After all, I blame you
All of my insecurities, spoon fed
Only by you, my sweet love
So go home, let me rest
Do I not deserve it, my love?
ShardsThe dream shatters around me like a broken mirror.
Pieces of you surround me, but nothing seems to be clear.
I'm still cleaning up the mess you made.
You should have put down your fear,
You could have stayed.
I'm done chasing.
I've stopped running.
Have you even noticed that I'm walking the other way?
I'm cut by the shards of what's left of who you were.
Red tears stain the surface while the world is in a blur.
The Story of Girls and BoysSee that girl?
She made him smile on his worst days,
She stayed up to talk to him every night.
He made mistakes but she forgave him always,
He ignored her - he knew that wasn't right.
He didn't care, took her love for granted;
He expected her to always just be there.
She liked him but she wasn't what he wanted,
He dated other girls, she tried not to care.
Finally, she left, didn't want to wait forever
She found a better guy who liked her too.
This guy saw her potential, he adored her;
His intentions with her were honest and true.
Seeing them together made him realize something:
Without her, he was stuck in a lonely world.
All he had left was the memory of her leaving,
He had lost out on one amazing, special girl.
Angel TearsImagine a raindrop is an angel's tear
Falling from heaven on Gaia's mortal fear
Weeping in unity their children's lost soul
Heaven's pure spirit evil now doth control
Eden of rapture consumed by time's flow
A lost utopia where gluttony doth grow.
Alluring serpent's lair humans covet the bait
Devourer of truth so poisoned with hate
Innocence now lost in maelstrom of desire
Purity long blackened by greed's hungry fire
The spirit debased evil darkens the heart
The nefarious abductor tears the soul apart
The moment approaches the farmer shall reap
Love now eternal for faithful lost sheep
Gnashing of teeth those left in despair
Time now elapsed for repentance and prayer
Renounce the darkness and take gentle heed
Embrace the truth be the Lamb's seed
Sprinting Towards Demise
By burning waters, and smoldering bridges,
I await the genesis of our animosity.
Make the move that gives me permission to strike,
make the move that will bring about your end.
Near draws the line that which I advise you to never cross.
Though to my eyes comes the image of your sprinting legs.
It would seem, that through your veins flows pure pestilence,
and that you wish to bring upon me, nuisances by any cost.
Good God, such a fool bound for my throat,
knowing not the patient blade that waits.
Honor averts it's eyes, as your charge draws to an end.
It wishes this good and done, just as I.
A swift jerk of my arm to your direction,
and make you, a last descent to the ground below.
Then burden leaves my shoulders,
as life outward, pours from your filthy heart.
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