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An untitled work of crescendos
Lining our future, lining our past
The Reaper's scythe digs into the ground
And there it lays without a sound
Agony spreading across our land
Created by those
With non-de-plumes
They lurk behind doors
And hide behind masks
Their cannibalism utters nothing
Bitter irony to those they betray
The sins that pillage the earth in their wake
Blood & limbs of those with vengeance
Will never feel the same
When it disappears
Prey remove their veneers
And frolic, trapped in falsity
Blinded of the bars that surround them
Blinded of the plague that has never ceased to spread
Nails digging into flesh
They pray to the Gods with their
Last breaths
Surveyed by the shadows
of Satan's reign
A grin, a smirk, to all their pain
A chuckle at discord, a clap for disdain
And the Reaper stands by
Without a say
Not a word for hate
Or a choice for disarray
Oh the Reaper
Exhausted as be
He can never sleep
He must never sleep.
Lining our future, lining our past
The Reaper's scythe digs into the ground
And there it lays without a sound
Agony spreading across our land
Created by those
With non-de-plumes
They lurk behind doors
And hide behind masks
Their cannibalism utters nothing
Bitter irony to those they betray
The sins that pillage the earth in their wake
Blood & limbs of those with vengeance
Will never feel the same
When it disappears
Prey remove their veneers
And frolic, trapped in falsity
Blinded of the bars that surround them
Blinded of the plague that has never ceased to spread
Nails digging into flesh
They pray to the Gods with their
Last breaths
Surveyed by the shadows
of Satan's reign
A grin, a smirk, to all their pain
A chuckle at discord, a clap for disdain
And the Reaper stands by
Without a say
Not a word for hate
Or a choice for disarray
Oh the Reaper
Exhausted as be
He can never sleep
He must never sleep.
Literature
The cycle..(Read desc)
I kill myself in small amounts
In each relationship it's not
About love.
Just another death
Just another person left in tears
Now I'm fading...
But then I will be dragged back
Then the cycle will start again..
Literature
Soon You Will Have Peace Forever
People live to be alive.
The dead die because they leave.
Not because they should go now,
But because they want it so.
Life was beautiful, like the sea,
Yet hatred repressed it very much again.
With mighty wings comes the angel,
Explains life’s mistakes and lacks
Until you stop confronting the life
And you want only your peace.
He leads you away with Black Guard,
Away in your huge coffin,
Takes you to the realm of the dead,
Your body, your soul and your mind.
You have called for him and now he is here,
The angel of death as your courier.
Spares you your grief and your pain
And let you brag of your future.
The past – the life &n
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I wrote this when I was in a bit of a dull mood, yet still with an urge to write. Honestly, I had not much else to do at the time, and I thought I should try to build upon a poem I had started in my composition notebook once before. Bleh.
© 2011 - 2024 A-Demented-Loki
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see you are truly british ur a good writer sitting there drink tea while thinking of you quite boring dull day oh excus me its obviously italian ^.^