Wednesday, 17 November 2004

Beaten down from above while the angels feast on the tears,
sadisticly spit out from mankind,
withering alone in cruel desolation

death by hand but never to hold his wings upon him
greet the night with a cry silenced in blood
torn is the faith of a creature once so bright
black is now the hollow of his shapeless hope

born for the greater,for suffering beyond curing
grown in solitude,from craving to lust
died away from the sun,perished in none's embrace
gone are the mornings,the heart filled with sorrow

memories burning with lies
a chaos,disorder,forged in all
entangled in own mind
an image of a world without human scars

and while in the daze of insanity his voice spoke...

god's failure,thrown away in exile,
look at your face,peel off the layers
sink through all the scars,the fear of existince
crown yourself king of your pain and hatred
stare into the eyes,of a thing never seen
feel it crawl,it hides,in misery it festers,its you

we listened,it spoke...

betrayel
born in harm
our own christ,
true salvation

laughter
restrained in sin
a time comes
all falls,for a rebirth

As all grip had been lost,
everything trembled before the coming of the lord
the guardians gazed in fear,for the arrival,
the awakening,
the birth of the end

Posted by nicrophorus at 12:18 PM PST

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