Unholy thoughts pillage
a guarded home.
When darkness unfolds
I rely on stars unknown.
Hate and apathy
linger around
the shackles of virtue
have had me bound.
When motives are questioned
and morals are forgotten
A soul that doesn't flinch
is a soul that is rotten.
Teachings are taught
but not to be learned from
and ignorance is the fuel
that carnage burned on.
Tungsten skies drenched
in morbid horror.
They've fore seen my
devotion fall out of order.
A thousand years in waiting
A thousand still left
A past full of turmoil leading
to a future of unrest.
In an era of dysfunction
a rebel I came to be
revolution, rebellion
its all the same to me.
Sep 28, 2013
Sep 28, 2013 at 12:55 PM UTC
Unholy thoughts pillage
a guarded home.
When darkness unfolds
I rely on stars unknown.
Hate and apathy
linger around
the shackles of virtue
have had me bound.
When motives are questioned
and morals are forgotten
A soul that doesn't flinch
is a soul that is rotten.
Teachings are taught
but not to be learned from
and ignorance is the fuel
that carnage burned on.
Tungsten skies drenched
in morbid horror.
They've fore seen my
devotion fall out of order.
A thousand years in waiting
A thousand still left
A past full of turmoil leading
to a future of unrest.
In an era of dysfunction
a rebel I came to be
revolution, rebellion
its all the same to me.
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