Behold! My sorrow storms straight through daylight. And not on the last stroke of midnight, when demons sleep. To entangle me with its invisible ropes, ropes tugging me tight. Twisted, Swooned, crushed, haemorrhaging deep.
Labyrinth of shame, heralding my doom, looming ever close. Earning waste with each second more, till sudden salvation. That scarce shall cast upon my dim verse hugely verbose. Inside this too stagnant a mind flows nothing but indignation.
Malaise made manifest with the profusrness of a poet's pain, Entitled as imbalanced brain, a fresh sign of insanity. Idle hours thrown away like confetti and time spent in vain Narrow words written by young hands but a spirit of mundanity.
Morbid fascinations of mine with this lack of hope. End so soon as I leave this world, unable to cope.
Battle Doom, Battle Doom, In Such A Warm Shine Bright On The Top Of The Perfect Moon Between The Sky, And the Angels Room Sitting Under The Perfect Storm, -Under My Rain- Taking A Nap Between The Dark And Wishing Holes All The Hope To Feel It Gone, All The Hope Stays Dry When You Feel That Pains Comes, Then Feel My Cry Every Words I Wrote, And Every Poem On My Walls
Under The Perfect Moon, The Day To Feel The Doom Under That Perfect Rain, I Had A Broken Veins My Heart Still Beats For You, Never Give Up On You My Heart Still Beats For You, Never Give Up On You
On That Perfect Moon Stones Looking To Heal My Wounds My Heart Feel Your Pain How Could You Let It Win! Feeling Hell And Paradise Strange Feeling With His Big Price Is It A Curse! , Or Was Your Right! How Would You Be Furious, Let Me Me Hold You Tight
Under The Perfect Moon, The Day To Feel The Doom Under That Perfect Rain, I Had A Broken Veins My Heart Still Beats For You, Never Give Up On You My Heart Still Beats For You, Never Give Up On You
I Feel That Pain On You, Why You Don't Feel Me Everyday I'm Burning, Why You Don't Fix It For Me When The Hustle And The Bustle In One Day Comes And Goes By I Will Never Lose That Battle Never Lose Your Love, Never Lose The Way Even If I'm Dying, Won't Lay You Down Even If I Lose My Breath, Will keep Your Crown
Under The Perfect Moon, The Day To Feel The Doom Under That Perfect Rain, I Had A Broken Veins My Heart Still Beats For You, Never Give Up On You My Heart Still Beats For You, Never Give Up On You
And so the elements did wage bloodshed Upon the realms, and the natural world bled In numbers. Obsidian did dredge seeping Upon natures frail innocence. And weeping In sorrow as life was entombed beneath. Its tears of ash sealed eternally underneath.
Cinders were bathed in heavens truthful tears As the each contended with elemental affairs. Oak did lumber forward to entangle all within Roots, as the heavens screamed on soils sin. Wood did splinter, shards impaling friend And foe, collateral damage as anarchy did descend.
The earth bellowed as the onslaught of force Did disjoin the soil. A champion would endorse The others right of battle, blades did clash As such impacts did render all near by to ash. Brimstone against the clarity of diamond shards As no ground was won as blows befell within yards.
Fighting still mummers as elements do now crusade In natural form. Allegiances do switch others made, Scars still do heal even though such a long time ago, When lightning strikes a oak, know they are still foe.
The prophet and suzi quatro battle flaming tongues of fire
Surely there was fire in that place Long dragon tongues of flame Tasting everything in sight Leaving it burning cinders Incredible heat wafted from The prophet Sweat bullets dripped then burst Covering his face Blanketing his broad shoulders With salt liquid warmth Every eye in the arena Trained on him No, they could not look away They'd sold their souls Happy with the bargain Even if not quite A fair exchange He sang of proving one's devotion Jethro Tull sings Aretha Franklin The sweat made it work And the flying tongues of fire That set upon the heads of Everyone in the building Forced them to speak Hopelandic So everyone could understand So no one understood But the prophet Who sang songs of desolation Songs of depression Songs of dislocation and isolation Heavy weights to bear And not a dry eye in the house Smoke rose through those windows Firemen never came Crowley paid lackies to keep the doors Locked from the outside So The prophets demise Buried in several feet of ash and soot His last words: "So Be It" Hundreds upon hundreds of his Disciples Mouths stuffed with debris The tongues of fire ascended When the last pulse tapered off into stillness Suzi Quatro didn't break a sweat Heavy axe slung laying 'gainst her shin Bruised but hidden by spandex Old men and dogs in the audience Leering, craving different meats Suzi doesn't notice Fonzie's still a few years down the road Suzi's got credentials Winkler ain't weakened them yet And with those credentials She's gonna rock She's gonna make 'em forget about The prophet And all the heavy shit he was always Layin' on 'em She said "Watch me play bass guitar" And whipped out 50 classic bass riffs in a row The people who had followed her in Seemed impressed But not nearly as amazed as they were By the sight of countless tongues of flame Descending upon their congregation The end result being Remarkably similar to the incident with Flaming tongues and the prophet What it all means Nobody knows Best not to interrupt good rock and roll shows
Under the sycamore tree Lay a secret as dark as could be Thunder splits the sky And fairy tears caress The bluebells bending with the wind
Storm clouds rumble Rushing in to blind out the light On the horizon There's a mystical fight As wizards and warlocks Cast their spells Bringing out the hordes of hell
The sun and moon hide with fear And banshees howl To the song of the dark Time to choose time to stand Against the magical of the land
Run little children Into the arms of love Cast away the spells With songs of memories Where hearts are true and smiles Are there gateway to Forever more
battle.
Author: Sin
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Date: 23/03/2020
№ 1193406
The battle of love
Was Fought With lethal weapons Like Suspicion Insecurity And fear And Ended In blood and tears.
