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"ominus" poems
Dreams piled in satin lace Suspended in a multi-colored case Blue moons hangin high They say it all with sigh Lonely comets streaking by As the goddess of love, Weeps & cries Ominus clouds darken the sky My Cupid has been crucified Beings in black robes Prepare for the battle With each breath they attack Not cutting any slack Heaven turns to hell Stars fall and cry Like lions praying for the **** Ripping your heart out just for the thrill You lay empty & bare Others look upon you and stare Before the Throne of Love Dreams turn into nightmares Before the Throne of Love Sacrificial hearts bleed on the stone Days fade into nights Worshippers sift through the bones The dogs howl, In the night with a cry Before the Throne of Love They say, "Come sacrifice in the pools of our moonlight" Before the Throne of Love Hearts plead in the night Before the Throne of Love They burn up like meteorites By Buddy Williams
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Sep 30, 2010
Sep 30, 2010 at 8:30 AM UTC
Before the Throne of Love
i try my best to write somthing positive but the only words flowing from my pen are words dark as the thoughts in my mind big as the hole in my heart ominus as my deepest challenges I try to write about how beautiful the sunset is but all the words i know explain the vacancy from before the sunset all i want is to be able to write something that can make me feel like a happy person now it feels like being happy is so out of reach i am doomed
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Sep 21, 2017
Sep 21, 2017 at 9:22 AM UTC
writer's block
The Beast Within by noronradss55 My heart bleeds for the innocent that were slaughtered. And I find little rest beneath a full moon light. For there Is little doubt that the beast will once again be unleashed on this ominus night, devouring victim upon victim who attempt to take flight. This centuries old curse won't stay locked inside, not strong enough to battle It's will to survive.When the full moon rises my body evolves bringing the Monster completely alive. With little memory of It's murderous wrath, just a trail of blood and bodies litter my path. My cowardly attemps to end it all have taken two many lives and now before the full moon rises the Beast must fall. Placing a pistol to my temple Silver bullet locked in, can't pull the trigger can't stop the Beast Within.
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Dec 25, 2018
Dec 25, 2018 at 12:55 AM UTC
The Beast Within