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Poetry Pt. 7
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By:
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Belial
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Mood:
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accomplished
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Date:
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Mar 24, 2008, 09:24 PM
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Music:
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None
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It's Coming.
I can’t make it go away..
No matter how hard I try, no matter how strong my will becomes
There will always be this piece of me that is ready for the end
Rotting away in my mind like a cancerous tumor, consuming everything in it’s path
Frustration is mounting, like the magma below a volcano on the brink of disaster
I can hear the voices strolling around my thoughts, wanting to be let out
Clawing at my mind like a prison of eternal torment, I give way..
There’s nothingness now, all I can see is black, no stars, no sky, no ground..
What’s going on? Can you hear them barking? The hounds…the Hounds of Hell…
The masses form into legions of the greatest army ever assembled throughout time, and no time..
The blood on the battlefield is fresh, barely old enough to have the red pigment from it’s exposure to oxygen…
Why? What have I done? Where will I go? What am I to become? The answers so frighteningly clear that even the sun cannot release me from the darkness the truth holds..
It’s coming, inch by inch, the fall of man…The torment you’ve all been dreading since the filth began spreading it’s plague…
I wait and listen, high on my perch, like a lion surveying it’s domain…Here, in this hell, I am king..and the war is magnificent..
Sanity
Sanity
Here we are again old friend
Take a walk with me through that which I cannot claim anymore
Let us ponder upon days past, when the grass was green, the flowers had a beautiful smell, and the water felt cool running out of your palms
Tell me, can you recall a moment in time when it all seemed new? When the simplest things brought the smile to your face?
It seems somewhere along the way, in this travel through the millennia, I grew tired of the existence I was forced to lead
An eye for an eye would be the most proper term for my revenge, an abused child for an abused adult, an endless life, to never feel for what I’ve been given
The hands are dealt, and the cards lay in my favor, some come with me old friend, as we walk one last time, through the landscapes of what I lost..for this is the end…
Untitled
What does it feel like to know there is nothing left in this world untouched by the hand of death?
Is there any solace in the eventual cease of pain, misery, and fear?
Do you cry out to your “God” with your last dying breath?
Or will you continue to run in terror of the unknown that awaits you on the other side?
The end is near, the apocalypse is now. Your money, your greed, your fear, is all worthless.
Your children will be murdered in front of your eyes, while you stand there with no emotions.
Your parents will be decapitated, with their heads placed on spikes upon the walls of the great ruins of a civilization so far gone that not even the gods themselves could save you.
Run my pet, flee from this world. End your life quickly, or there will be nothing but pain when your heart stops beating.
Nothing but shame when your tears no longer fall.
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