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Ira Apr 24
Of great silence,
And ****** depths,
The pillars awaken from their ancient sleep,
The long lost demons.

The crimson blood,
Of long-dead veins,
Summons the valorous to stand,
And fight once again.

If inherited blood,
Beckons forth all of your love,
Then step forward,
Into the sun.

Oh, of the mystifying night,
And of fighting for the light.
Avoid the darkness of the blade,
And find the time to strike.

Bleeding ****** streams,
May only bring,
Truths to your convictions!



Like a ****** storm,
Burning up like a ****** stone.
The fate of your future is written on your ****** throne.

The undying bonds of what has held your destiny,  
For so long,
Is there for your taking.

(Instrumental break)

Ancient powers,
Left to sour,
The marking of a voice familiar,
But just a whisper.

Your blood seeps,
In a stream,
Yet it burns with your faith and with your hope,
And what ya hope to leave.

You can lead the rising dawn,
With all the hopes of the sun.
But you need to find the will,
The will to shine on.

Oh, of the brightly burning hills,
And of the fire in the skies,
Take me to the clashing souls in the deepest depths of night.

If you wish to save the future you,
Must fight through all the sadness!


Like a ****** soul,
Fired up like a ****** star,
It cuts like a blade going thru both wind and fire,
You must go forward through all the pain inside your veins,
No matter,
What’s held inside your heart!

A rippling destiny,
A resonating fate inside,
Inside your stream!

Oh, of the mystifying night,
And of fighting for the light,
Avoid the darkness of the blade,
And find the time to strike.

Carry out your will,
If you wish to see,
A truly bloodless future!

Like a ****** storm,
Burning up like a ****** stone.
The fate of your future is written upon your ****** ****** throne.

The undying bonds of what has held your destiny,  
For so long,
It’s in a ****** stream!!!
I need some editing on this piece, I specifically dislike the 2nd and 3rd line of the 4th stanza, but it's close to the literal translation from Japanese, which is what I want for most lines in this song.
Ira Sep 2019
Here I type and placate a plan.
"Should I ask for people to give me a hand?"
"No," I say, leaning in my chair,
"Begging for reads on Hello Poetry is too much sadness to bear."
DOO DOO DO DA DO DO bing*
HOT POCKETS ARE READY!!
Ira Jun 2019
Ash
The sky is ablaze with ash,
For I am having a clash.
My father is working in hell,
Not concerned with Earth's well.

And as I rise out of death to fix His mess,
Many humans will rise to atest.
I mean all well and wish to simply clean,
But there is far to much for me not be mean.

God cares little for what I do,
For humans all burn with a deadly hue.
And as I clean out the gutter,
All will cry in a hellish mutter.

Bodies will line the street as I see fit,
And Lucifer's work will get fuller by a bit.
Yet ash is simply an inconvience to Him,
But it loves to ask for God's penance.

Now I clean out ash,
As sin makes any human black.
Doo Doo do da do Doo BING - Mario Theme
Ira May 2019
Why do you speak to me,
It makes no **** sense.
I tell you to leave me,
so I can make amendeds.

No one can save me from this impend-able hell.
And I will rot until I’m just a shell.

I could forgive myself what I have done,
But what is so wrong for going back to where you are from.

Yet for all of my questions,
I only ask one.
Why do you care for me?

Could you be an angel that came to my aid,
Or are you just another mistake to be made?
I won’t ask and I’m afraid of what I might find,
So I’ll just hide in this box for the time.



Are you still there,
And if so please leave.
I must burn for what I have deceived,
Don't make me scare you away from me.

I could just stay here,
But fine,
I can break.
Maybe you just aren't another mistake,
Maybe you just aren't here for my own distaste,
For I guess I love you.

You tried to help me unlike all the rest,
And you showed me compassion like I'm the best.
Yet I won't ever escape this hell,
But you can help it be a little more well.

I'm sorry for how I act,
I guess I'm a fool.
Yet what are we,
But two loves aloof.
Ira Apr 2019
"Demons sing,
Throughout the horrid night,
Hoping to cause,
A little fright…"

I don't know why,
But the terrors so good.
We stay here and lie,
Maybe more then we should…

Sirens at night,
Waiting just like we would,
Temptation and ire,
That burns you like firewood.

Maybe we're monsters,
Maybe we're good,
Maybe we're humans,
Just under a hood.

Yet at the end of the day,
We simply saaayyyy,

"There ain't much about us,
That you need to know.
We simply stay here,
Waiting to go.
All that we do,
Is **** fools like you.
For our songs are temptation,
And you humans love damnation!
And just like a lamb,
To the pitiful slaughter,
Your blood will soon run,
Like red crimson water!"
NOOT NOOT PREPARE TO BOOT
  Mar 2019 Ira
Zack Ripley
Words can hurt. Words can heal. Words in a book can make you believe anything is real. Words can bring people together or tear them apart. It all depends on the kind of conversation you want to start.
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