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The son of night and chaos The father of disruption Emerges, the wooer of anguish The farmer of perdition Marches to the worlds Above and beyond To lay waste day and order To end his bond. In his wake Will destruction preceed The bacteria on surface You, will bleed. You’ll turn to madness Struck by
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A pocketful of marbles And an eye full of tears Poor little bastard Fell down The Stairs. When He hit the bottom He cracked his little head Poor little bastard All cold and dead. Now he can not speak Nor can he din Nor see the angels Looking Down at him. What of you, humans?
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In the land before time Dainty, alluring and divine T’was when I first saw her Forgive me, for, for giving, my heart wasn’t mine Lost in the treachery of reason In the abyss of agony during hunting season I was shot down by the man with the deal With crippled heart and soul that shouldn’t
about 2 years ago - 4 comments
Behold, the cavern of human mind! while in gloom there, all around the rythemic, reassuring sound of history’s heartbeat, hear it ring destiny’s pulseblood, quickening. the universe’s starry rash that burst from nowhere in a flash the blazing miracle of thought that all of this emerged from naught across the abyss is its sprawl between
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When would It end, the Age of Chaos.. Its Rattle as deathly as any? A son of Night and Chaos, I was hurled into the Abyss of Agony.. By selling My World to Satan, Or Bleeding Yours with My blood? Sempiternal was my Fall And reborn I was from Mud. The Blade was Cold, its
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A Son of Night and Chaos, Into the Abyss of Agony I was Robbed. Awaking, I saw the Charon stood. Asking in no Words, I held my Silence As We crossed the Acheron, Where beyond, Lucifer awaited. Playing my Final Symphony, To the Devil’s Courtyard, the Seraph was called. A piece of Tumbling Heaven, Falling,
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It started like it always did, With a body. This one was in the river. I could tell she had once been beautiful. But this, a bullet and fast current Had taken away from her. All we are, all that we think we are, All that we are certain about is taken away from us.
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In this dark harvest of season My life completely lost its reason, For which or against to decide All lost in a savage, bleak tide. In a boat made of hope I shall sail to tomorrow, In a winding hurricane Made of treachery and sorrow. A spear, endless, and colossal Through my head, reaches from