"rightious" poems
Being rightious is a curse
but it is also a blessing
for when the roles are reversed
its often much less stressing
rightiousness is a boat
that floats down a humble river
when good things come to you
dont boast, when Bad arrives,
your pain shant be delivered
rightiousness is proud with an accent
its humble with a dash of pride
turning the other cheek as its meant
from Anger it shall hide
being rightious can save your Soul
and turn judjment into none
in tolerence it has a big role
and is rewarding and lots of fun
So surrend yourself to rightiousmess and youll feel like a thousand bucks
and at night youll sleep and Rest
Knowing your filled with all good stuff
May 5, 2015
May 5, 2015 at 6:03 PM UTC
Sitting high on many horses
Self Rightious. Professed all knowing.
The ominous voice of our supposed deified ancestor
I am not as sullied as you think
Witch
Bold women of the devil's desire
Luring good, god fearing men from their pious marriage beds
Pointing quickly with stone fingers
From behind their fragile glass walls
The acrid taste of fire licks at my tongue
Trying in vain to block out the cries of my sisters
As their tender flesh pops and sizzles into the waiting flames
Supposedly it is to purify us
Unclean and filthy souls that we are
Yet we gave you birth
Tended your sick and cared for your wounded
Witch
A mere woman's Pagan gods set your heart a flutter
Filled your soul with the frigid winds of hell
Scared. So scared you burned and burned even when no fat for the fires was found
You always made sure there was wicked flesh to "cleanse"
Superstitious nonsense.
Your people will fear into the dawn
No amount of slaughter will stifle the haunting howl of a full moon
Nor will you ever silence the vibracious voice of magick
For we are not few but many
We are the blood of the earth
Apr 9, 2012
Apr 9, 2012 at 11:03 PM UTC
It was the end of the world when I saw you
you looked at me with the reflection of flames in you're eyes
you extend you're ****** hand to rise me from the drit
my body still unclean today
by eachouther side we mead ore way through ore beloved remains
rightious in a daze
and blind by are own tears
We trial of agony behind us
that was followed by each and every soul that blessed us
blessed us with this river of inacents blood
we lay on dying grass
and with you're last breath you told me you're name
with dark eyes, and ****** lips
you told me you're name was demize
DEMIZE
Dec 29, 2010
Dec 29, 2010 at 8:08 PM UTC