As Anger Proceeds to stir in my gut
                                Demon Lust & Jealous  stuff.
           The Bitterness that buildss inside as I walk through
                                        the Shadows in the nite.

                        Witnessing their RAGE as the Flesh burn off their Bodies,
                                          and consumes their souls.
                       Their screams of agony fill my mind with the rush
                                                       of the ****,
                        the blood red stream that is about to be them.
                                                      One by One
                                                   with blades of
                                                       RAGE,
                              as their screams fulfill my hunger,
                                                I crave more Blood,
                                                           Flesh,
                                                          Bone,
                             oh so sweet Screams of unfaithfullness
                                          as their doubts of Life
                                       fill their thoughts of pain,
                                                            within
                                             the shadow in the night,
                                              of the lustful ****,
                                                          a RAGE
                                      as I turn and look at my handiwork....
                                                oooooo That GRIN!!

LIfe with no hear
is nothing but a myth
Tears of love and hate dwell upon my face
life is too short for distractions
Most of my words are lost within time
feeding itself to nothing
As the sun rises and sets
Every morning and night
The book of my life opens
and closes at the slightest touch
The cool December air sends chills down my spine
People say that you only live once
But really,
you live every day of your life
Until you die…..
Then you relive under certain circumstances
To explain how it feels
to open up my cover
and read mhy pages word for word
To take in all of my imperfections
and unfaithfullness
My cover full of leaves and vines
Guns and knives
My pages filled with 17th century style words
All flowing evenly on the parchment
So deep and fragile……..

I have transversed the most beautiful mountains
Across the hills and the valleys
Solely accompanied by nature
The whistling breeze
And the gushing Rivers

In my sojourn
I met beautiful beasts
Devouring me became their delight
Painting in my blood their fantasy
They toiled and tried
But grace found me

They wanted my sun set at noonday
With a blazzing sword
Shinning in the hands of a Master Goldsmith
Carefully crafted for vengeance
The Master smoth them all
Like thin air they vaporized

Why me, I asked
Why should anyone care
Even in my unfaithfullness
Then i heard that still small voice
Right in the middle of my travails
Your transgressions I have blotted
"I will walk with you"

Again, my mountains became stunning
My crooked path straight
My future breath-taking
Suddenly, i saw hope
In the midst of abandonement
Because my case is different
And it's my new dawn