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Gen'rals gathered in their masses,
Just like witches at black masses
Evil minds that plot destruction,
Sorcerer of death's construction
In the fields the bodies burning,
As the war machine keeps turning
Death and hatred to mankind,
Poisoning their brainwashed minds
Oh Lord yeah
Politicians hide themselves away
They only started the war
Why should they go out to fight?
They leave that role for the poor, yeah
Time will tell on their power minds,
Making war just for fun
Treating people just like pawns in chess,
Wait 'till their judgement day comes, yeah
Now in darkness world stops turning,
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more War Pigs have the power,
Hand of God has struck the hour
Day of judgement, God is calling
On their knees the war pigs crawling,
Begging mercies for their sins
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings
Oh Lord yeah!

it was raining hard
evening very heavy rain
smile from inspiration

23.10.18

by Arcassin Burnham

My head hurts,
The beds shaking,
I'm breathing heavy,
Hot in this room,
the birds are singing,
I'm keeping it steady,
looking at attention to detail..
the peace is gone,
everyone's yelling,
fights breaking out,
still hot as hell,
nothing to do,
but get away from this,
as long as there is nothing to retell..

and I can't stress this enough,
why is my life just so tough,
all I want is beauty in a plastic red cup,
I might as well just give everything up,
if you could take away the stress,
that'll be great,
but if you make it worse through life as a cheapskate,
Don't talk to me,
Don't talk to me,

My head hurts,
The beds shaking,
I'm breathing heavy,
Hot in this room,
the birds are singing,
I'm keeping it steady,
looking at attention to detail..
the peace is gone,
everyone's yelling,
fights breaking out,
still hot as hell,
nothing to do,
but get away from this,
as long as there is nothing to retell.

A Night in the Desert
unlike any other night.
This is where the sun gets go heavy
and falls out of sight.

A Night in the Desert
unlike any other night.
This is where the moon shines the brightest
as the stars can all tell

A Night in the Desert
unlike any other night.
This is where moon guides peace towards us
and wishes us all well

A Night in the Desert
unlike any other night.
This is where the water runs little
yet our spirit runs high

A Night in the Desert
unlike any other night.
This is where mountains sleep for us
and the canyons as well

Old man with his Atacama tongue
dusting off stories of his youth
forty-nine knock outs he spattered out
heavy weight champion travelin' the world
stories of tribes auctioning off slaves
that they couldn't sell
that became that nights meal
pieces in a stew
how it could make a man cry and cry
oiling up trees so the lions
slide right off
tent births and baseball cards
a preacher neighbor who beat a woman
then had his teeth knock out
by the holy word
then points out his bird houses
only to dive deep into something else

"Old man" says I,
"I have to return to work
but next time I will save
your stop for last. There's
an oasis in that head of yours
and I tend to bask in it."

I have only my mind's sight to create words that could be carried by winds and air
No sleep induced by nectar, no thick plants grown after a midnights rain
The green and blue of breads do not belong to me
I keep the edges of cliffs sharp in my eye’s lair
For voices sing to me and me myself of flames under my skin
Their muse being the thick plants, their instruments the nectar and their breath of my demise the greens and blues
From the drum in a barrel comes the red that looks blue under the light and heats the tendons of what could be a metal giant
Under the helm, these voices dance in their prison, throwing bolts of lightning, igniting horrors only seen in darkness
From whence these calls came is unknown to the drones clad in blue green and white
I have only these calls to create words
My metal body holds strings of hellfire, leaking lava onto the Yggdrasil of white and touch
This lava turns bees to hornets that sting the branches in which they live when the sky turns to a kiln
Rivers that fall from the ceiling cannot soothe the hornets wrath.
I reach for the celestial lights, my metal hands crude, my fingers outreached. My metal hands. My metal body
That drum aches for a time when it was more than a beat. When it felt more than the emptiness
When it beat with the sound of laughter
I wade through galaxies of blue and green. My hands glide through the stars, feeling the life of each lifeless planet
My legs brush against the serpents of the nebula, baring their teeth, they pierce my metal legs with with fangs of supernovae
Their bright venom fills my body with light that soon becomes black and is ****** into the void of the drum
When I lay my head and close my eyes, nymphs speak to me in voices that leave when I realize them
I keep their messages in my head, unable to discern their warnings from the life inside of my mind
When I wake, I hear them, I remember their distant messages and say them to the rivers of green in the sky, with beds of bright stars
Sending them back to where they came from, telling the nymphs that because I am a metal giant
Does not mean I am not from their same earth
We all swallow our sins
I am no exception
I may be of this mother but I have taken the highest stairway, to the outside, only to see it's slopes flatten and others, reach past the clouds

My heart, it bleeds.
My mind keeps sending
These thoughts never-ending
As if a train-wreck of infinite cars.
How can I ever clean this mess up?
Or invent thoughts so long?
Or the words to a song?
That my ear needs.

no longer will i follow
creatures of convenience
trail of red petals
disguised as blood

though your name i cannot forget
regret
may haunt every line
i will etch it on paper

till the essence seeps into fibre
ink on paper
thoughts on soul
what i could give is never enough