face the war and stand far off from the oceans. O'priests and nuns give grace to these inflamed cities, they shatter at our collapse, as the war rages on, no one can hide. the screams of the past echo through the future, terrified in the eyes of the innocent. the gasp of air in fear. breathing in pain is a mistake that must not be forgotten. stand with me for this is the biggest turbulence this earth will ever feel.
"captain these empires are falling down. the towers are set on fire. call upon the martyr, call upon your angels."
(the dove flies solo...)
(all eyes are focused to the sky)
hell believes they have won this fight, but victory is in our grasp.
"AND THIS WAR WILL BE OURS."
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
a quiet summary
these nights are pouring down, and its not enough for me to get myself back up. i feel my heart collapsing under my mind. all those times ive seen their faces. their troubled faces, wishing for it to be erased. enough air to choke them in their sleep. the doctors drown their souls in IVs, blinding them so they cant see by the x-ray screens. theres static coming over me. many voices whispers their good-byes. and this repeats in and out. in and out. this repeats all around. i stop to catch my breath, but these voices yell into my head. these veins are electrifying, i feel an eruption in my ribs. i close my eyes for the pain to stop. but it gets worse. i close my eyes to see her face but it disappears. the hurricane in me, devours me. they say she lived a good life. i say all good lives still die (alone) in the end.
Monday, December 14, 2009
the fast response to a tidal wave
i am not afraid... remember my name as i remember your face. the traitors face. the smell of fear in their eyes, as it changes their disguise. leaves our guard down. roses. plant your roses. and drive them back. lay down your boundaries. lay down your moat. all i see now is an army of fear. an army of scared scarecrows. run and flee back to your treasury. run and flee back to your kingdom. ive waited too long to let them think they've had a chance. if this is the end. my lifes better off remembered this way, then not at all.
it rained down from the heavens...
"ALLOW ME TO QUENCH MY SWORDS THIRST FOR BLOOD. AS IT DEVOURS THE FLESH OF MY ENEMIES, AND DESTROYS THE ENEMY LEADERS. FOR NO ONE CAN DELIVER OUT OF MY HAND."
i cry out...
"O, graceful be the one who drives the skeletons back. im not coming back."
-God is here.
(Deuteronomy 32:39)-(Deuteronomy 32:43)
it rained down from the heavens...
"ALLOW ME TO QUENCH MY SWORDS THIRST FOR BLOOD. AS IT DEVOURS THE FLESH OF MY ENEMIES, AND DESTROYS THE ENEMY LEADERS. FOR NO ONE CAN DELIVER OUT OF MY HAND."
i cry out...
"O, graceful be the one who drives the skeletons back. im not coming back."
-God is here.
(Deuteronomy 32:39)-(Deuteronomy 32:43)
Friday, December 11, 2009
the vultures will soon have their fill
these words are dead to me. go and run. where is the highest tide. we have been thankful that this is the end. all i see is red. in this sea, the blood red sea. you are choking and choking in the undertow. thousands of miles away from shore. i watch you from above struggling in the rain, in the wind, and in the blood red sea. i watch you from a tower, i watch you from the light. you wished for darkness and you got night. you wished for no savior and i watch you wash away. i watch your soul wash away. i watch your body get torn to shreds. and washed away. this doesnt bother me because you have lost your chance. and i am saved. now wash away and down the drain. i dont care.
decoding the avalanche of solitude
we are making our way through this town. you cant save your minds because your souls are on the line, and your hearts are the only price. so save your last words. we arent taking you home no more. this is all your fault. can i have a moment of silence please, the deaf seem to speak. why have the blind found their way? creation of the wicked withering away in the land that is about to be decapitated. we have been fighting this war since centuries ago. cut off the ties. make peace with the dirt. death has been your only friend since birth. and now you will answer to me.
the sorcerers magicians corpse
call out your knights. how do you expect to win a war, if your guns arent blazing. seal the truth with a kiss. ill seal it with this. seven souls with seven swords. your serpent isnt the savior. and i have my hands tied. killer. you deserve to kill her. im not the wolf in sheeps clothing, although i come to warn you. scavengers are out tonight. so stay asleep. death comes to us all with handshakes, but never a smile. "never fool yourself for the starving witch or the dehydrated vampire..."
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
fishing in (quick) sand
how does it feel to be deserted? you've brought your misery upon yourself. ive seen an army fall by one hand, because they did not have the strength to survive. cast out and left for dead. save yourself before its too late. your misery is engulfed into flames. and the churches are still standing. tower over the old and keep the young alive. your judgment is your only gate. give grace. and watch the dead survive.
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