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Glimpse at Apocalypse

I begin to fade behind the clouds of smoke seeing the truth, feeling the time

 

Behind the silhouette of a man lies the raging beast fueled by angers lust

I am the Devil scorned

Seeing a charred bleak world wrapped in fires of hell born out of distrust

I am the Devil scorned

Breathing in the diseased cities with dreams of empty fields of locust

I am the Devil scorned

Buried under the Green, pastures of blood limitlessly flowing in disgust

I am the Devil scorned

I begin to fade behind the cloud of smoke seeing the truth, feeling the times

I am……

March 17, 2011 Posted by | Internal Struggles, Poetry | | Leave a comment

The Raven

In the stars my destiny was written

Before birth I was stricken

By the Ravens claw, who was as

                             quiet as a kitten

To be saved by an Eagle

                       but alas I was bitten

And poisoned was I by the Raven

 

I was protected by a dove

                   who flew thru a cloud

Spreading peace and love

Into the temple governed by God.

 

While the stars in the heavens wrote the map

Predicting when the Raven shall come back

 

The poison festered in my blood

                                           unkind

Changing my heart implanting

                      sickness in the mind

The Raven attacks me from

                               inside this time

 

But the Dove flies inside the soul

Giving me morals of a Templar code

The raven flies out of my hole

 

The Raven is enraged, sickened by the light

He’s perched on the cross awaiting the night

 

And the night comes as black

                                          as his soul

With  blistering eyes he bores a hole

Through the night through the soul

 

The Raven flies unseen to the light

To grab the Dove, the dove cries

                           when the Dove cries

A tear drops from my eyes

                            the last tear to drop

 

The last tear to pop on the floor

As it dries up, and they’re no more

The Raven consumes the dove

Consumes the self, consumes the love

 

There is no more love…

 

The Raven taints thine soul

taints thine morals, thine code

 

The Raven flies into the temple

                               governed by god

Where he meets the eagle

                           who stands very tall

War in the mind goes on.

January 26, 2011 Posted by | Internal Struggles | | Leave a comment