old man, forsake hope
veritas pursues you now
and ends your false dreams

Thee gnome had called
hymm mein flatterer, then
an ape fight for quills, to be
or naught, hidden by a hive
patch of bramble.  Do ordinance
iris search of apart theorhetic sea,
Adeiu mostly, can wearwolves
as sultry be known to chew
rawhide bones teethlesslee.  
Gather by a dared deity
of A Roman's antiquity,
all of course to femine
posterity.  An Aye for Aye,
a sythe to seize do naught
ii and cling.  For better is yet
to OyYea' and I, causes instantly
be and bee.    

cliche toupee'

Do flower petals fall to earth
and wither dry come autumn's blow
or does it swing between the winds
And lay beneath the winter's snow?

Come and taste the nurtured vine
the sweet it holds like sun dried grapes
and through the years this cup of mine
poured into hearts for all to taste.

Here the shadows come to life
and work against the hues of black
in hopes to turn a shade more light
Become alive, a heart it lacks.

Death decends with sythe and robe
Cutting down the narrow road
and laying seige to wondrous lands
by taking captive all the hope.

See the moon rise from the east
reach her apex in the sky
and all the clouds like history gone
reveal the stars which shine so bright.

A faith sweeps fast across the shores
jumping nations, touching clans
and like a child's innocence
it turns us all into pious men.

I don't need a god
Or any idol before me
I'd rather not kneel and show my weakness
I'd rather weep the tears
Mourn a final time
To show how scared I am
I don't need a cross to hold
I don't need a bottle or blade
I need the silence of a vacant altar
What I need is never what I get
What I want is nothing
But **** it I require a voice to say it'll be ok
For something or somebody
To comfort me in the darkest of days
Even those who love the dark fear it
They know all to well the monsters created
The demons that awaken
It's more than just a nightmare
It's a abyss always drowning its victims
With their own fears
I just pray to my insanity
Maybe my depression
Or perhaps the dark
To allow me one more river of tears
So I can finally swim out of this desert
I've loved and lossed
Lived and learned
Made mistakes invaluable
My proof is the scars
I doubt you'll ever believe the story to
This isn't just an atheists prayer
This is the plea of a monster with no conscious
To finally feel an emotion rather than anger and hate
Depression brings only crimson tears
I just wish somebody can tell me they understand
Yet you'll try and tell me
I should find an anchor in your heavenly father
It's not as easy as saying you believe
I'll never believe in a hypocrite
I'll only believe that one day
My prayer will be answered
With the bringing of boney fingers to my throat
Grains of sands falling
Causing the bells of my demise to toll
Swinging about the sythe to my chest
My prayer is to finally cry
To finally let out all the pain

He vibrated himself through yesterday where I found him
Kneeling at the alter with a white rosarie.
He thumbed each bead slowly.
I had left him there ten yeras before praying

Today.the rosarie ended.
Time for pay.

Souls are often bought and sold this way.
The pitch black man was the arbiter
Shango man gonna have his say.

Slowly he rose from the kneeling board.
Had enough time? I heard him say.
Your childrens souls can be forfeit.one child for
One more day.

No I said to the shango man
Come.close and take me away.
Ten years beneath the sythe is enough
Awaiting.dark to fall.

Come closer said the shango man
One step is to close our deal
So darkness fell before I
Could tell.

Tolling bells
Decent.
To
Hell.
Shango.

And there lay his body,
Peaceful
sleeping
In a pristine coffin,
Ready for the funeral service
The room is full of loved ones,
The people who gave him life
They gather
waiting for any more guests,
Unaware that the most important one is already here

The grim reaper is here with his sythe
Ready to bring this man's soul
to the next life

But as he looks at the man
He weeps
He cries, for the reaper never wanted this job
He never wanted to be
In between life and death
He never wanted to be the one to guide tortured souls,
to see their pain
and then have to send them
to heaven or hell

The reaper cries too
He cries for the souls who never got to finish their life
He cries for the mothers, fathers, children, uncles, sisters
He cries for what they left behind

For fate is cruel
And no one decides
when their time stops
The reaper cries,
the rivers and rain fill with sorrow
The reaper cries
And the sea feels his pain

But when people think of him,
They blame him for taking their loved ones
They cry and mourn
Unaware that
The reaper cries too

As I Lay Awake, Thinking Thoughts Of Thunderous Motives
Hover Above My Boulder Like Cranium
A Spectre Chanting Noises
Oh, ******* Spectre, What Do You Want?
Oh But A Moment But A Time But A Beat
So I Start BeatBoxing As I Lay Awake
GirlFriend Laying Next To Me
Oh But A Magical Line From The Head
Oh But A Spirit I Can Take Into, Go Forth Into The Head
Oh But A Thought I Can Construct In The Robotic Like Construct
Oh But A Mass I Can Sway With Just Talking Whispering Screaming
Wanting....
As I Cut The Beat For The Time Felt Right
I Sit, Think
Looking For Wisdom In The Minds Insight
Thoughts Linger Like An Aroma
Plots Kick In
With My Mouth Bringing Sythe Like Noises
Spectre Leaps Into Existence
As An Eye Sees Persistence
Lapse In A Moon Time Has
Healing Powers, So Do Tunes
Actions Only Speak Truth
Motion Speaks Louder
Clouds Of Thought Can Be Captured Used To Plot
Next Thing To Do
Is Grove When You Move Leap On Homie
Silence Arisen
A Spectre
Invision

A blast goes off,
                     the ticking bomb in my head.
                       Yet it doesn't stop,
                     So I can't be dead.

               The red splashes forth,
A world of Crimson forms from the                     shrapnel.
A world that already ran its course,
Devil's wings surrounds its chapels.

A winged Angel with a sythe,
                      Hovers over ever vigil.
To save these people from their strife,
        Yet held at bay by a metal sigil.

The people look up at their hero,
                  pain forming in his red eyes.
They need rescue from their pharoe,
        Upon his throne constructed by lies.

Death points at the Pharoe's black heart,
        Tell the people to take up arms.
the king and his men were torn apart,
their blood of dark pitch baptised their  charms.

Death broke free from the prison in the    
sky,
descending upon them with an eagles cry.
One Swype he ended all of their lives,
They never even had time to ask why.

My head pieces itself back together,
blood pours back into my body's Nile.
Secrets remain the same forever,
as on my face a gentle smile.

                      Carpe.... Diem....

On a hill I lonely stay
A feeling of painful slay
I wish that friends would stay
So they make me bright and fair.

Up on a lonely land
I found my lonely friend
His clothes were warm and blue
And his heart sought to play
Long I knew not his name
He was but lone himself

Poor, wretched and sythe I'd been
Sought friends but none to see
I exposed my rugged skin
And begged in street of streets
An empress spat on me
And a slave kicked my feet
I wept for my head did bleed
And my blood went sourly green

I found a magic staff
Which turned things to gold
I wore my ***** rag
And touched all I owned
Behold came my riches
As wide as earthly pit
In a castle I did live
And kingdoms I did rule
Everyone was my friend
And no one inflict pain
The empress did I kick
And the slave I did free
I made the poor, kings
And the rich I did kiss
So good was my reign
That no one dared to feign

The grim reaper thinks you're a keeper.
with glint of an invisible wink,
twill of the sythe.
Deaths lets you know ;
What the point between
new and old life thinks.

as a rose with no petals,
Post mort charms.
or a bird without wings,
you fall unto deaths arms.

You'll never need to die
again or seek inmortality.
just take this lipless kiss,
bonefull *****.
just let go .
Give your self to something
other than a yes or no.

EACH GENERATION HAS A CURB
A LEARNING LEAVING EAGER WORD
ON THE WATCH OMEGA TWIST

WERE THEY WAITING FOR A BATTLESHIP
DEAD SOULS COSMIC COLLECT
IVE BEEN BARTERING
FOR LIVES BEFORE I KNEW I CONTROLLED THEM

WHO NEEDS MONEY WHEN YOU SEEK SOUL LIFE
SOUL IS POWER AND UNLIMITED HOLD
ITS APPARENT THEY CANT ATTRACT THAT GOLD

FROM INFANCY LEARNED TO TEACH THE UNTAUGHT
THE OUTSPACED WICKED THE LIED ABOUT TALKING ROT

HOW MANY TIMES SEEN UNSEEN IN A STREAM OF
HOWDY DO
YOU DIDNT RECOGNIZE THE FATHER SUN OR THE CRUEL
HOW CAN SCHOOL FILL THE ATTRACTION OF SYTHE

THE DIRECTION TOWARDS KNOWING DAY FROM NIGHT
THE WAYWARD DOORS INSIDE SEEMS THE OCCASIONAL HIGH SCHOOL MUSICAL STREAM

THEY ASK QUESTION FOR TEACHING
GREASE THERE KIDS WITH ART FUL SPEAKING
UNTIL THERE BANK ACCOUNTS ARE FILLED AND BELLYS TIGHTENED

STIFF THEY WALK YET RISKING DELAY
DONT LET NAIVETY GET IN THE WAY