Living with DeathSinking deeper into the memory of self-affliction of a life of self-restriction of a world that I knew all about Of my death in worthless days Reminders of being alive, in essence Also reminders of being dead In being my head, escapes the ignorance In my mind the pain is just illusion In illusion, grace becomes my martyr And in martyrdom I become myself, an intrusion Living, to fathom my love for them Dying, to have their love for me Lying to survive and remain in suffering Suffering to remain in free will And still - aliveLiving with Death
Yet never quite free
The Reaper's SoulA guilty conscience Erupts words of truth As profane lies, remain resolute Without logic they fly Into the death, Stunting my mind With insincere apologiesThe Reaper's Soul
Why couldn't you
Just leave me blind?
A convenient trap For one with malice Toward the defenseless, into the concealment A faithful lover Tolerating the betrayer He, the most spiteful of judges. With the most desireful of virtues
Why prolong it? What purpose for? Pushes the tip deeper Into old injury, a scar twice, never sealed But I knowingly persis
Withered RitesFrom these withered rites, What we face would crumble In the strength we built together As the days of trouble pass From long nights lost in our loving words We could continue on a rewarding path On a road of world in truth, of sold morality Decide our future upon dreams Shielded by the faith we hold In each other, and ourselves Hate never overtaking us, never looking back. Is he key to our great sovereigntyWithered Rites
Venomous ButterflySo beautiful your wings of discord Your lies in serenity, your clandestine adored You drift on an isle of the closing sun Sleep on the trees of deep-rooted deceit. Oscillation, hesitation Instability. Reverberating, weighted down By the sins you overtook Bearing an imperial crown All sentiency is lost in your delicate poison Slowly dying, tirefully nigated by the cost The cost of your cadence weapon Tragically,refined and alluring Usurpations occuringVenomous Butterfly
Genocidal heroes Held in reverence
Tiny memorials in the shallow graves Trembling on the e
Chock full to Choke
Guess who dis is... crackah...
-Hailey
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"...that you can petition the Lord, with prayer...petition the Lord, with prayer. YOU CANNOT PETITION THE LORD WITH PRAYER!!!"
"Can you find me sanctuary?"
-The Doors, Soft Parade
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