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A vast landscape spanning mountains and valleys,
Enter entombed upon the dark marsh and gullies.
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The trees, all decayed except the weeping willows,
Flattened forests jut up through the hillocks.
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The call of a raven can be heard betwixt,
The open cavemouth of all silence,
The breeze concerns your cheek’s fine flesh,
And you know inside that God exists.
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The beautiful darkness that escapes the light,
Shocks as if thunder were having its fright.
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From the gorgeous hillside at where Cain murdered Able,
To the trepid path leading to Four horses’ stable.
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The wind’s vague touch clearing fallen leaves,
The spring’s dripping water rids of disease,
Ash of the cremated flows through the air,
Swept up, caught in without despair.
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Sharing stories around a somber fire,
The warming words do stoke the pyre.
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The Black Cabal does peak between,
The center valley betwixt mounts obscene,
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The abhorrent cathedral in gothic fashion,
Does purify in all reactions,
Leaving clean and reborn again,
Remaining free for eternity to gate about Eden.
Something is different, her smile is rare,
What I give to see it upon a face so fair,
She cries at night, she doesn’t know I hear,
I wish I knew what she may fear.
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It festers at me, I know it’s my doing,
Of anyone else, I bring all ruin,
She no longer sleeps through the night,
She leaves the bed to stand outside.
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Fathoms deep in her own head,
I hear her speak softly, her words lessened,
If at all she speaks at first,
I wait upon each ******* word.
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The fire in her eyes has been quenched to me,
The tragic loss to beautiful artistry,
For them I’ve doted upon very cold nights,
A shell of what she was, my own soul I fight.
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We used to walk about the streets,
The empty boulevard and speak of dreams,
We have since stopped, she has no time,
I understand, disturbed she is of this heart of mine.
It seems as if the leader is quelling the storm,
Bringing issues alight that would, in other places, not warrant,
It seems as if the people hug and hold hands,
They sing songs, they speak highly of all and dance,
The heads remain firmly in the sand,
Objectively blind to all other lands,
It seems as if the tension has snapped to bring about
Peace and love.
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Speak your mind, swallow a bullet.
Cooperate conglomerate, sacrifice your fears for propaganda,
Spare the rod, spoil the child,
We are owned without realization,
You can’t even begin to understand.
Youth in revolt, the government spies,
Drone strike your own and wash your hands,
We detain citizens in an act of anti-patriotic terrorism.
This is fascism with two choices every four years,
A system of fictitious democracy and flawed capitalism,
Remains upon the grounds of tribulation and false control.
The sheep control the wolves, the wolves are brainless.
Blood money and cigars that cost more than you’ve made in a year
Bring about our destruction.
We take it like a latex slave awaiting the crop,
We deserve everything we’ve been given because we’re without thought.
I’ve seen soldiers destroy innocent people,
I’ve seen politicians bought for fine dine and arrogant suits.
I’ve seen the weak die for no reason other than a gamble.
I’ve seen you all mindless watching the television.
I’ve seen the way you act as if this government owes you.
I’ve seen you not think at all.
You breathe and waist air, you continue to push
I resist the urge to exist, I can not wait to die,
“Freedom through Death”, a ******* lie,
No one has money, You only get as much freedom as you can buy.
O, Lord forgotten please accept
Me upon my mission bereft,
I look to the stars in darkness and cry,
And teeming with demons I ask you why,
And how I can be rid of myself,
How may I ask you for help?
Please remain with me where others have left,
Please linger with me as I conquer each step,
Forgive my wrath, forgive my hatred,
Please stay in my destitute heart, my Savior.
In all my life I shall remember my words,
About the others who walk with the heard.
Nunquam animadverto paradisum,
Omnes perdes qui scitus I,
In nomine Patris et Filii,
Et Spiritus Sancti.
All the world locked outside,
You tread on despite my cries,
Sewing memories afloat with pain,
And forgetting them in my brain.
Your needle steady, your foot secure,
Upon my now empty chest you endure,
You thread and step across my mind,
You ***** your torture slowly in time,
Of all things now I wish could be
Is that you would again feel something for me,
So that you’d know the agony you’ve caused,
So that you could see the  blood I’ve lost,
I want your heart to again reveal,
I want you to personally feel,
For these familiar wounds have in time healed,
But I want you to know this pain unreal.
It Could Have Been So Much More.
A vibrant, boundless beauty,
Cast against the midnight tide,
I find you most enduring
While upon the soft waves you glide.
You kissed me with some kind of freedom,
The taste of which was an awakening,
And your skin, like Eastern silk moving
Upon mine in perfect contrition.
The absence is unlike anything
That was felt any time ago,
I do find myself at times worrying,
Where will I ever go?
Unperturbed and undisturbed,
The loll of heartache and sensations,
Have rendered me now incapable,
And have turned my heart to immolation
I know for a fact,
So yield to react,
That you birthed into a beautiful girl
A bright orange bird in a bleak ,grey world,
And to all the fondness I hide inside,
You know for you both, I would have died,
For you and any reason, all loss of control,
So long as you're happy, my life is full,
I know sometimes we don't get on,
But we've never had a darkest dawn.
I am for you, always here,
I hope that you speak with ne'er a fear,
We bleed the same, but it's more than that,
My love for you spans higher than mountains, to be exact.
I must be straight and not play with my words,
I am excited to watch you grow up, you gorgeous orange bird.
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