Gripping The Helm Of Thanatos Poem by Louemile Rosch Mangulabnan

It has pillaged through our soil
Diabolical dilemmas consumed us with mass aggression
"Thou shall not nourish."said the foul
Dread and perturbation gripped the prayer of the wrecked nation

We are test by our own mortality
For death sures with famine and false modesty
Isolation from thy hearth intoxicate our bliss
Rage shall empower the noxious beast

Still have the vigilance even though we are butchered at birth
Discord, Chaos and blasphemy flows within the liberation
Ten thousand vile years of decapitation

My brethren, the plague had risen
The thread between the living and the aphotic has lifted
With my blood weakened by ferocity
Divided we stand with wrathful monstrosity

Blinded by the violence, tyranny they achieved
Laughter under the burning sky
Endless divinity for a foolish tiamath to believe
And with the anger of a thousand daggers
We'll onset to putrefy!

To cast a shadow, to embrace our own phantom
You are the sorrow of thy fear
You are the banishment and the hollowness conceived by your own heart
You are the forgotten paragon for a slave to see
Never forbid, "I am the very disease you pretend to be."

These are the hands that set your city on fire
Century by century we are fighting for the graves that are overflowing
To feed their desolated dreams
To replenish the equilibrium of the damned

Suffering through the eyes of the dead, Loving with heart of the living.