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I Dreamed a Prophecy

A word for one

I dreamed of master

Drawn by creatures

Born of disaster

 

In fields of flowers

Ithuriel’s spears

There grows a taint

Not aged by years

 

By madness shackled

And prophet doomed

The invader’s lance

Leaves a piercing wound

 

Beasts damned

Lie in wait

The blows they deal

Leave wounds too great

 

The lady of white

Her mouth stained red

Her maddened cackle

Reverberates in my head

 

The priest of doom

Blood pours from his eyes

His wail is calling

Hell from the skies

 

The lady of white

The priest of doom

A madness of blood

Posture of death assumed

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Mental Calamity

There’s a bitter little rhythm

Pounding in my head

It’s tied up with words

Telling me “better off dead”

 

My little travesty

Such a mental calamity

To use my borrowed time

To shatter my sanity

 

What bitter pill

Might I find to swallow down

To stop the raging storm

That washes away my solid ground

 

This fight is picturesque

A vision of loveliness

But I guess I must have missed

Cause it ended with a kiss

 

And it seems

That all I do is try

Never get anywhere

Barely make it by

 

What sort of tragedy

Is an ever breaking heart

A view of the ever ending

Instead of the ever start

 

What are these words

That manifest the way they do

Are they cosmic roar

Or just feedback from thoughts of you

 

What sort of ending

Should I give this mess

A razor blade tragedy

Or a kiss of happiness

 

Does it matter

Like most things we do

They never seem to impress

Anyone outside of you

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Mr Oblivion

Goodbye Mr Oblivion
With your darkness I’m done
Saddled up to find a place of
Freedom and fun

Goodbye Mr Lonely One
May the mirror find you well
But the toll that this takes will
Leave you in hell

Goodbye Mr Solitude
Your borken and sweet
But I can’t be here with you I
Keep moving my feet

Goodbye Mr Raging Anger
Blood red and brused
Swollen knuckles and split lips are
How I’m leave you

Goodbye Mr Universe
I’ve had my fun
Maybe we will meet again but
Now I have to run

Hello Mr Oblivion
It seems like years
Please sit and talk with me while I
Name all my tears

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Worship You

I’ll make you my alter
My goddess of need
Cover you in my blood
And fill you with my seed

Burn myself in effigy
Upon your pyre
Sweet lick of flames
As I taste your fire

Your body is the temple
That I break and profane
To build once again
Blessed in your name

You are my goddess
You are my lamb
I’ll take what I want
And give all I can

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Sacrifice

Blood and guts
Of feted lamb
Basks in fire
Too sacred for ram

Sow the seed
To reap the oat
Prepare the bowl
And bleed the goat

Shatter the alters
Douse the pyres
Shelter the best
Offer filth and liars

Murderous, monstrous
The buthcer cleaves
Bundled and sold
To clutching thieves

Oven and furnace
Pit and pyre
All life is cycled
In the belly of fire

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Veil

The dream is over
The dream is dead
Its soul lies rotting
Deep in my bed

With solemn sobs
And shuttered breath
I curse the world
That brought this death

Weary heart
Beats out of time
Its final rhythm
Its greatest crime

Death black sorrow
Hangs as a veil
A concealing shadow
For the widow’s wail

Wordless, formless
Aching from pain
Tear filled eyes
Lost in the rain

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Drinking Visions

What kind of visions

Have you been drinking

Mobile mass hysteria

Or idle thinking

 

A word is a thought

Given vibration

Sung to the heart

Pitched to perfection

 

What kind of weapons

Will you be using

When shadowed past

Comes to be ruling

 

Who was the first

To break your heart

Did it ever mend or

Is it still apart

 

What kind of madness

Comes with beauty

Glinting towers or

Parental duties

 

The glistening coating

Poison leaves

As you guzzle it down and

Fall to your knees

 

What else could matter

As the world starts to fade

But, drinking visions

Of the wake that you made