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Digging through the yards of bodies, to finally emerge. My hands carry the scent of the souless, the soul seeking. I hold out my hands using this frame to seek vengeance upon the living through possession killing their killers with these hands, my hands. To grant me their visions, their last seconds from the world, it's not dreams I wake from, it's their whispers and their cries. To a child you were their only trust, the only light to be shaped not to decay. Souls were too young to cry out, only left to watch as their protecors become the possessed. Digging through the yards of bodies, to finally emerge. My hands carry the scent of the souless, the soul seeking. How many of the innocent, the defenseless have to fall from a loved ones hands? In this life span there will be this revenge which only some may wis

Digging through the yards of bodies, to finally emerge.
My hands carry the scent of the soulless, the soul seeking.
I hold out my hands using this frame to seek vengeance upon the living through possession killing their killers with these hands, my hands.
To grant me their visions, their last seconds from the world, it's not dreams I wake from, it's their whispers and their cries.
To a child you were their only trust, the only light to be shaped not to decay.
Souls were too young to cry out, only left to watch as their protectors become the possessed.
Digging through the yards of bodies, to finally emerge.
My hands carry the scent of the soulless, the soul seeking.

since the dawn of time
it’s been told that the path of the righteous will lead us to glory
and through our convictions we’re born anew
with the blood of our foes stained on our hands
the seas will flow red when the pale moon rises
and our war will dawn, with its bloodlust quenched
and we'll bring damnation

The land now cast into darkness, a riptide of plagues in its wake.
Here is your purity in our children's hands.
Empty eye sockets reflect of burnt out stars and hollow graves.
Everything becomes nothing sooner or later.
Its when the piece doesn't fit that all hell breaks loose.
Your legends crumble beginning with their foundations.
The wind carries their pleas to our ears.
A society on broken knees screaming to a god who doesn't care.

A dark obsession with her frail form, laid upon this table.
Eviscerated with surgical precision, lacerated far beyond infinity.
A thousand hearts to perish, a million cities to burn experience within existence is defined with fate.
The blade brushes the surface of her flesh, her skin crawls with apprehension.
Realization of her imminent demise.
Reflections of horror begin to fill her eyes.
In this world, empires rise and fall, ages come and go.
The only thing that's certain, everything will someday die.

Enslaved to the cold earths scorn we lie buried and long forgotten,
once heroes loved by our kingdom we decay in a nameless tomb,
for we journeyed forth on a path of empty promises paved by the bones of our predecessors.
We gained nothing for what was lost.
This throne was left to shatter in this endless frost.
Enslaved to the cold earths scorn we lie buried and long forgotten,
once heroes loved by our kingdom we decay in nameless tomb.
Our crown has been relinquished, overthrown from the throne,

Enslaved to the cold earths scorn we lie buried and long forgotten, once heroes loved by our kingdom we decay in a nameless tomb, for we journeyed forth on a path of empty promises paved by the bones of our predecessors.
We gained nothing for what was lost.
This throne was left to shatter in this endless frost.
Enslaved to the cold earths scorn we lie buried and long forgotten, once heroes loved by our kingdom we decay in nameless tomb.
Our crown has been relinquished, overthrown from the throne, forgotten as we fade to bone flesh withers beneath unmarked stones.
Those who escaped this fate, the very ones we saved, they breathe the air above, as nails seal us in and dirt piles fall upon us, they journey onward as we rot below.
How could it end like this?
We sacrificed it all, only to perish, only to fall.

Birthed from the cocoon of lunacy
A child raised by the seed of dementia forming
Fatherless daughter of false poisoned tongues
She moves upon her own path of madness astray
From fear that she will soon be used like scum
Hypnotic to her victims that she chooses to suck dry
Hypocritic, Parasitic lies
You wretched filth mark my words your life shal be taken by my hands

Forsaken in past passages.
Told through the eyes of legends.
The seed of the one
who has been cast down
and spawned within this last hope.
From this view you can see the ash clouds
and smell the villagers hair and skin melt away.
Follow the gravel road.

I write in times of wars and worries for I set out to do battle with the likes of your past. I engage in this onslaught with only my bare hands. Clawing out my own eyes for yesterdays shadows. Paint vivid pictures of lustful punctures. I write in times of wars and worries for I set out to do battle with likes of your past. In regards to my worries they have fallen prey in my manner, to my fortress and my enemy. Pray for she in this time of war, she now is my salvation, my end till the end of this ragin

"Into the Rabbit Hole"

the bell doth toll
the ringing stings in the vacant mind
a feeling all to real of my impending end
but i digress

abhorrent one

Lifeless torsos decompose hanging from the hooks in the walls.
The monotonous sound of dripping blood echoes through the halls.
Passing through a candlelit chamber of lies
wealth can't escape the shrilling screams of undead souls.
When the sky freezes over and begins to storm with blood would you kill your own kind,
would you honor those that died.
When forced into battle morals become obsolete and everyone becomes a nemesis.
Slaves of a treacherous beast to capture freedoms of the human mind.

Lowly do I sit, the night lay dormant as I muse the thoughts
Of lives passed, and reason with forgotten lore
Remembering within these halls, the curves around your face
Beauty lost; apparition haunting me, dancing in the pale moonlight
Such silence profound in the night
Until a ravens cry shatters repose
In the cold of winter nights, my hands are splintered from the beating
Of my fists upon the bloodied floors

slit throat sirens fill the air
with soundless shrieking songs
of when you will be long forgotten
can you see the grins of departed
that you had once betrayed
with your lie-filled eyes

monolithic visions of every still moment that you’ve kept inside

Nails seem to rain from the sky.
A curse upon the common man.
To be chosen to disrupt this harmony.
An honor only to the spiteful, the heartless, and the hate driven.
A glimpse into the future.
Standing on the edge of the world that has now fallen to an abrupt disorganization.
Breathe in the blackened sky.
Feel as the insects fill your lungs.

Clear your throat 'cause i can't understand a fucking word you say.
You're running out of prescriptions to hide behind.
There's only so many places to run.
Broken mirrors are becoming more prominent in your fragmented world.
I want to hear your last breath, as your lungs collapse.
The death rattle brings the ravens.
This is a battle you'll never win.
The water only gets deeper from here, there's no sign of hope.

In the darkness of night
Walls crawl with the lurid shades of the deepest pits of hell
Devoid of time the pendulum swing arrests to an end
Gone is the illusion of solace and sanctuary
Replaced by abominations and visions of heinous shadows
And nothing can stop them
Lurking at the end where one dares enter slumber
Caressing the silken sheets with the coldness of the dead

The endless battle wages for our minds but we will win the fight,
for we shall not be broken.
Every instance of struggle through time is just a test of strength to challenge our right to remain sublime,
the will to dethrone ourselves with the failings of fathers by feeding the fathers,
by tempting the tempest but by braving the storm and breaking the bonds of which we forged were reborn and eternal this will not be the reason we fade,
we will not let our legacy end,
we must rise to vanquish all that hinders us,
and pave the way for brighter days but these monuments remain on these walls remain the stains of the blood that will not wash away,