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22.08.2008, 19:31 | #1 |
The Stem
The Stem
What's left over from the vibrating silence Out of the dying star I come Crying hope called me, to make the world undone I'll fulfill what humans call their fate Do not think you are the masters of what you've create I'll open your eyes for what you have done Ancient chants called me from where I come Your first born, your heir shall bleed After my work here is done and fully complete I'll enjoy my anger, raping your rotting soul Bathing myself in dead flesh and horrid foul The stench after I ripped you apart Is what you implied into my heart Drips of blood run down in sines from my claw How I wipe out a body, is what you just saw A glimpse in my face and you tremble in fear Soon you will be with them, a promise my dear The nightly sky is colored in red Dead staaring eyes, seeking the lives they had I make thinks clear in your mind Mercy wont be something at this day you will find I bend over you and my appereance covers you in shade Is that "Please don't" your blood filled mouth just said ? For I am reason, for I am chastisement The pleasance to persish, is what you meant! Millions of prayers fill the air My pray awaits me to lead them to despair Therefore I grow in size while you appall Soon the book is closed, no story to tell Striking at last, you'll call it light during the night But it is only my glory, a glory of an almighty blight Human voices horrified and in fear An orchestral symphony is all that I can hear For you called me every day in your dreams I say "Let those instruments join togehter, in all their screams" I am the mirror you called a stem But I am nothing, for I am YOU I am ! |
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