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ContentIn a faraway land,
Lived a king so greedy with no content,
Whose wish was to be the wealthiest,
Thought of all, insufficient
He declaimed about his want
And impatiently sat on his throne
Drumming his fingers
Inside the vast castle of which he resides alone
Dissmissed, When everyone had an attempt to warn,
That his Ephemerality was no where around,
That his Eden was but a fraud
And his Paradise had never been found
However, time passed
Not a heart succeeded to answer his thought,
Not a soul understood the royal orate,
Still he refused to believe his presumptions will soon rot...
Though then came a man
With alluring charm and cunning beauty
Raven black hair framing a perfect face
And had eyes that shone like ruby
"Dear king," said the beauty, "I have heard?
I have heard you sought,
You sought to feel paradise, albeit with futile attempt,
When I am here to feed your every ought?"
"Oh?" gasped the king, "You must,
You will tell me about your way!
However, what is the catch?
You must desire
HopeLet those unwanted memories pass,
And be positive and start anew
Forget the awful past,
And look forward to where you're heading to
Let us head towards the road of hope,
With a thousand doves passing by
In a vast field of withered grass,
Grows a sprout with utmost pride
As you mourn from a grave mistake,
Let me tell you about the box of Pandora
When you feel you are not worth a task,
Remember that everyone has his flaw
Never let the tiniest of discourages
Become a hindrance in your way
Instead of worrying and worrying,
Be happy, be gay
Listening to the DoomsdayI have so much to say
but nobody listens.
Do I talk too much?
Do I listen too little?
Are we just
the world is never
going to end?
Doomsday is coming.
We talk so much.
I hear you, I hear everyone.
But do I listen?
Little by little
we're losing contact
and the world is coming to its end.
Twenty OneAll my life has been a shuffe,
cut it now, let's make a deal.
For, my hands can't keep on playing,
to this end is all i feel.
What you have to keep ongoing?
Tel me stranger, times of last.
But, I'm suited man of business,
both our times you follow fast.
'Do you know about my story?'
Asked the soldier, breathing air.
Shady stranger with no answer,
'Better now, we'll play it fair'
First of all, the lose of loved one,
Times of that, I wasn't. Gone.
Lonely wounded walking stranger.
Ace of Hearts, I am alone.
Long before i fell for pardon,
Banner-figter, proudly chose.
Now, the ghosts of my ambition;
Diamond Ace, my thorning rose.
All this time, I was with someone.
Lady luck through all the way.
Living well to self-believing.
Ace of Clubs, she's not today.
But, I don't refuse the happened,
wouldn't showed If was my fear.
Lastly, stranger, hear me closely:
Asce of Spades, the death is here.
Innocent ChildThe leaves did fall,
The flowers of summer did bloom,
A long time ago,
But now, a cold endless winter reigns,
The people’s hearts have turned cold,
Like the icy crystals that hang from cottages,
A poor girl was traveling through the lands,
And she knocked on a door,
Shelter was refused and she threw off her cloak,
Behold, she was the lady of light!
The icy heart was melted and she was allowed in,
Yet she could not melt all the hearts,
Spring must come and melt them,
And for spring to come the hearts must be melted,
If there was one flower atop a hill,
And over a mountain,
And under a river,
And at the golden seas then the land would thaw,
But who wou
HouseYou see that old house up there?
Standing there up on that small hill
It's the one with that old rocking chair
When you look at it, do you feel a chill?
A chill running down your spine,
Striking you with a sense of fear.
The sight is something you can't define
But the sight alone will make your eyes tear.
The history behind the house is lost,
The people in town, do not yet know.
How the house had survived the frost.
Now there always sits a crow.
A crow sitting on the old rocking chair,
Guarding the house like it's owner did.
In the crow's eye is a small tear,
Looking where it's owner hid.
WishmasterA whisper, in cold skies of old, dying stars
Is heard, and their lingering death
With not one regret turns and scatters in waste,
As realms of shattered humanity haste
To live and to burn out their breath.
Yet soon there's a scream, a small cry of despair
That binds all the skies to avail,
And one daring soul stands behind to convey
His wish to unravel all living dismay,
To bury his past and prevail.
And thus it begins, as no man can escape
The sweet domination of want,
While stars burn and shine, for so he allows,
The master of wishes that hastily vows
To bring forth desires to grant.
But no man can endure the cruel truth behind,
The wasteland of the human fate,
As all exploration of such fragile minds
Leads only to nothing, and all that it finds
Are fragments of wishes and hate.
And so he remains, whose new story of life
Has neither a middle nor end.
For stars will grow cold and will wantonly die
When wishes are old, while humanity’s lie
Of life will no longer commend.
HarbingerFrom beyond a space where time is still,
Rises a monster who wields a murderous will.
Crimson cuts of corruption line it's carapace,
Yielding imperial eyes on a merciless face,
Engines erupt to herald the harbinger's haste.
From beyond a silence where life is dead,
Moves a deity who haunts a ponderous head.
Purple parts of penetration mark it's form,
Daunting funereal cries by a tactless storm,
Circuits corrode to hail the harbinger's harm.
From beyond a sorrow where joy is lost,
Roams a terror who obeys a wonderous ghost.
Black bolts of beatification hold it's sword,
Slaying mercurial lies to a reckless word,
Diodes deduce to hark the harbinger's horde.
Unnatural Decay Under a Strange ChurchThere's a white shelled transvestite ladybug crawling across the word "Underwear" on a Craigslist browsing computer screen in the public library.
Then it flew away into a bee's nest in the attic. Here is your epitaph: nettle tincture honey is a sweat curse and friendly lies are a pained dessert. Pretend that bee sting poison is an opium syringe, ladybug.
But the scarlet letter was her bloody joke when a gay social assassin posed as rogue busy bee named Ahab, crouched about to shatter a burgundy shelled secret like a harpoon through a stained glass window.
Across the library St. Asmodeus felt a chilled dagger through his lead filled heart when passing kids threw an iced snowball through the church's window. The summer before, a night creeping praying mantis had broken in and died. Now the glass fell with wet snow and crushed the dead mantis who had stood erect with patient lifelessness until then.
Then the raw moon beams shone down to melt the unnatural metal into a wood encased pool on
Disaster struck upon the Earth
Chaos spread like a wildfire
And the humanity split
Turning on one another
Soon nothing was left but the bare dust of the burned
The virus spread and killed everyone
And in time the dead came back to life
Hunting the living and punishing them for their sins
The Armageddon came and we couldn't escape
The world fell in to the dust of destruction
With each day the living decay as the dead arise
With each moment the remains of humanity fade
The sun blazes over the dying lands
The dry rivers and burned fields
Only the road keeps on going forever
Only the road keeps us alive
We move from town to town looking for hope
Looking for survivors in the ruins of the old world
But with each day the hope for finding anything living fades
And all the resources draw near their end
I don't know how much we can make it
Our morals and our spirits are slowly being crushed
I try to act tough for the people but it's unbearable
It's unbearable to know that all of our belov
The trees and the air.
That haunts me.
My monsters are there.
out of shadows.
Their hearts pumping ink.
With eyes that can't blink.
Where all born to grow.
And I never know.
in the forest
Where light non arrive.
in the forest.
Where dreams are alive.
Your back not to fail.
Has flown from it's jail.
AliceWhen black has stained the infinite blue,
And sleep compels me to retreat
I grin upon the thought of my blanket's sweet embrace
As I slay the dim candle I earlier lit
Shortly, I am severed from all
To see light once more
And then I spot her, grinning widely,
Composing giggles of four
She invites me in her welcoming home,
Her hands, opened wide toward me
She tells me how fun it is inside,
She tells me it's something I'd love to see
I grin in anticipation,
And lift my hands to reach her
I think of all the wonders I'd see
Stretching my arms further
Then suddenly we are afar in countless kilometers
When we were only a foot away
And her form slowly fades into darkness
With no goodbye to say
Once again, she abandons me
Behind the cold iron bars, she leaves me
She dwells in dreams,
While I am chained to harsh reality
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