Bloody tears
and screaming cries
Fall from
angels in dark disguise.
Hated speech
and vitriol vowels
Turn and
rend wounds from heads
In the
bowels
Of the
deepest pits and dungeon.
Bread with
wine and honeyed words
decorate the
corpses of ravens
and their
corpulent masters
As ringing joyous golden bells
Tear down
the shields separating hell.
Silver
mourning on broken refrains
The cracked
vocals of mothers voicing their pain
Keep the
demons in power with no restraint.
Level limits
without restraint
The wills of
the faithful who succumb to hate.
The greedy
and miserly of worship and vows,
Hypocrites and
despoilers find their home
And punishment
grueling.
To be cut
into quarters, aware and alive
Is a
punishment all dearly despise.
Insane and
foolish
Find themselves
in paradise
Spurning advances
not egregious outwise to beat at their flesh.
With hammers
and pickets, like scythes cutting yield,
The Hopeless-not-actors
are rent by despair and regret.
Thorns twist
and pull, digging into the flesh
Of betrayers
of justice.
The fools
who judge one side,
with no hope
for the criminals but to destroy,
T'was their lack
in being wise.
Red hot
irons twist and gouge,
Repeating lines
across flesh ad nauseam
For those
that forget.
***
Spot the
hill over yonder
With the beast
in the gate.
See it keep
screaming
See it in
pain.
It continues
to burn
Many eyes
Many faces
Yet they all
scream the same
From inward
they rage
As profanity
reigns.
Little
children, Young mothers
Fathers,
Little Sisters,
Cousins and
Brothers
They're tied
to stakes
Sacrificial
pyres
Lit from
beneath
By the big
man's own ire.
The world
has no god.
There's
nothing worth living.
Yet from day
to day
Humans stay
livid.
They cry
And they
laugh.
They falter,
they lie.
Some rage
against the world,
Others force
change.
Yet it all
stays the same…
And Chaos Rains.
And Chaos Rains.
And Chaos
Reigns…
***
Black
thoughts, green wishes.
Needless
violence gets in the way of purple visions.
One day
beside,
And love
despairs;
One heartless
rose puts on airs.
Grim thought
leave grey stains upon the minds of their victims.
Primal
torture…eating at fear...
long
forgotten: reach new ears.
Dreamless
sleep exists without rest.
Nightmares
take like parasites dear.
Dreaming
oddities clear to clear
Is enjoyment
that eventually disappears.
Could be
near,
Those endless
tears.
I've been
seeking far too long to give my inner thought…
Any clout;
ice cold leers.
ISA
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