Summer sleeps quickly, neath the autumn leaves,
Alone in struggle comes the day I waltz my dying journey.
If dreams would not deceive me, this heart wouldn't have ruptured,
But for the rules of life, sometimes every rapture is indentured.
Oh neath the stars I used to lay,
To those burning idols, how childishly I used to pray.
Of early momentum's that awoke me from peace,
Now I have yearned to stray from heaven for the father underneath.
Black velvet comforts my heart,
Like the slithering Libido that tore Eden apart.
In every single sacred heart beat,
I can feel the presence of my masters beast.
I wish for the dusk to destroy the light,
To take me, and blind me from God's sights,
And nestle me in fortune and glory in hells legion,
To rampart the world in it's finale's of reasons.
I wish through hissing black ebony,
For my dark princess to arise once more and kiss me,
And side by side, hand in hand, we create the deadliest weapon,
That would bring fear upon the eyes of everyone.
To share the last victory would be pleasured,
To burn every soldier of God to a stake would bring laughter.
To watch as angels blood stain the snowy white moon,
And watch the human life fall to it's last doom.
Oh how I urge to watch rivers turn deeply to blood,
To watch brother and brother kill instead of love.
To watch this historical fiction of this holy lie phase to reality,
I would feel free, as I've longed to get every inch of hate out of me. |
Submission Name: Every Inch of Hate
