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Poetic T Mar 2016
All that were tainted with deathly smiles
of lingering hunger so many had been
consumed in one day. Never a thought
for those that were not yet born, yet
devoured in eagerness, depravity of the
fallen now smeared upon breath.

They had covered them for warmth bright
Colours of the unborn, wisps that took a
generation to seed but you all just fractured
them. Feeding your young on our children.
With belated smiles they converged in
anticipation of devouring everyone brought.

This season of consumption where our numbers
dwell to near extinction, but you never fear as
one that can produce so many in one seeding.
You just bait your time till numbers populate
your desired hunger. You gluttons of eggs so
fragile of life now smeared over your sickly smiles.
Happy Easter :)
I AM Exhalted above the stars
I AM clothed by omnipotent LOVE
I have bore eternal scars
THE SPIRIT descends upon me as a Dove

You are my Opposer
You are the essence of Fallen
Banished from receiving condolence
Seeking out whose name has been callen

In Heaven,You once abide
Before the cast down to mortals,
In Hell I had to arrive
To overthrow sins portals

Humanity bows before us both-
In God I have and claim MY Oath:
That one of us will downwards desend
And every Soul will bend
As the RISEN,I will Amend
As my opposer, your day will End

I AM who I AM
I AM the bearer Of TRUTH
The Living SACRAFICED
Man"s only REDEMPTION
Life Eternally
---X---
I AM I AM LOVE -THE SPIRIT-MY RISEN
I AM I AM I AM TRUTH SACRAFICED REDEMPTION
Dave Zucker Aug 2013
You've beat me, pushed me down,
Thrown me away, Thought I was finished.
Curb stomped my dreams, my hopes,
Crushed my Soul, My spirit Diminshed,

I lost my visions, lost my morals,
Sick of who you'd made me become,
I question why I'm still here,
Why I've survived being so dumb,

Everything I sacraficed for this,
was forever faithful to only you,
Even when you beat me back down,
I did everything to stay true,

You give me nothing to believe in,
yet here I am, forever the fool,
You think I don't know anymore,
But I'm not just here as a tool,

The things you've done and said,
I know too much of this *******,
I know even if I ask you about it,
You'll never have the respect to admit,

I promised you I'd always be there,
No matter what happens, and I'm here,
But realize, I wont be pushed anymore,
You're no longer my near and dear,

Maybe I'm still a foolish dreamer,
You may always be the love of my life,
But I didn't deserve all that pain,
I never deserved that much strife,

Yet I still have the good memories,
I wish I could just forget the scars,
But I can't talk to you without hurting,
Feelings that would put me behind bars,
Mattrick Patrick Nov 2014
Body of the shadow
slowly creeping out for dawn
to cover His light with ours gone

In the hours before dawn, they call us Leagion,
and we are many
cursed with the gift of eternity;
life dances above us, broken and alone.

We ear the sounds of lingering silence
drawn from the mouths of babes
sacraficed at the ashen altar;
to remind us: death comes for us all!

And it's all for you, my nightmare
Night Mare!  We ride the horizon of your iris,  
deep as the vacuum of space,
collecting this occular accuity
for a chance to inhabit our grace.
A homage to the shadow within and without. An experiment with darkness by a one who is otherwise quite light.
CLARYT May 2018
Hush! he approaches
Rush! here his coach is,
Try to silence all the fear your trembling poor heart makes,
Stop! or he'll see you,
Chop! that's what he'll do,
Dismemebering you bit by bit, a moment it will take,
Come! let me show you,
Run! this you must do,
Evade the cuts and thrusts from such a menacing sharp knife,
Look! keep your eyes peeled,
Shook! that's how you feel,
If he ensnares you trust me, he will bleed away your life,
Oops! i've deceived you,
Nice! how i've played you,
enticing you with urgency into my masters lair,
Tricked! how delightful,
Stripped! oh so frightful,
your gut spills forth its contents but your screams are never heard,
Spared! that's what i am,
You! sacraficed lamb,
I live another day while lord and master feeds on you,
Search! nightly i scour,
Creep! in the wee hours,
providing my lords food supply, or i will be killed too......
an attempt at some victorian horror, needs a few tweeks, i'll get round to it soon enough, any ideas? i'd be happy to listen
JLGM Nov 2015
When you put your life on the back burner
To help a lost soul find its way ,then your life will be filled
With gratification and you then will feel
Completely worth all that you sacraficed.
For their is no better reward than to make a difference to someone other than yourself.
Make the difference
Vampyre Kato Feb 2020
I Want To Hold On To This Sobriety
Heal All My Anxiety
What's This Feeling That Is Fighting Me
There's A Flight Or Fight In Me
Never Freeze , Its A Reflex
Can I Get A Break, Meditate, Or A Recess
I Dont Want To Reset
Picking Up The Pieces
Face The Weather , What Ever,
No Safe Place For Hiding
Is It The Auqarius In Me Or The Pisces
I Feel Like My Veins Conduct Lightning
Take A Breath Its So Intense
I Ascend By My Self For Real
They Just With Some Friends Lighting Incense
Burning Sage Dont Make Me Spiritual
I Do Need A Cleansing
I Know My Heart Is Full Of Poetry
God Isnt Pretending
Burnt Bridges From The Ashes
New Roads Mending
The Way The Embers Burn Its So Beautiful
I Could Die Inside A Vibe In My Mind
That Aint Physical
Conjure Beauty On My Coffin
I Think About This Often
I Only Feel Off When I Dont Feel Like Talking
And I Always Do
My Heart Is Truth
And I Will Follow That
Won't Follow You
Setting Goals
Faith That I Will Follow Through
I Need To Escape These Shadows Ooh,
They Think Im Lazy Think Im Crazy
I Would To,
If You Only Saw Me From You,
That's Not Even What It Is,
Not Even A Little Bit
I Been Dealing With Demons
Since I was A Little Kid
Somewhere Inside
Here He Still Is,
Detached I May Seem Cold Like Nobody Knows Me,
Now I Cant Even Be Present For The Presence
People Show Me,
She Wants To Hold Me,
I Cant Even Hold You,
I Cant Protect Your Heart
I Will Put A Whole Through
My Word Is My Wand
I Want To Be So Pure
It's Too Many Tears, A Thousand Years
Will There Be Anybody Here
When I Face My Fears
And All The People Who Sacraficed And Love Me
All Turn To Ashes
My Actions The Way I Hurt Everyone
It Is Tragic
I'm Like A Monster With Memories Full Of Disaster
Is There A Heaven After
I Hear In The Distance Innocense And Luaghter
You Cant Tell I Lost It
Cos Im A Good Actor
Be Hold A Pale White Horse
Or A Field Full Of A Bodies And A Tractor

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