Walk to the sun, my friend
For it shall never set on your side
And never bow your head
As the star will warm you inside
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Six days wrought a smoldering existence, the start of a tragedy
Genesis to Revelation, create a chaotic inharmonic malady
A strike at the tightly wound heartstrings, lacerated soul,
Are we all nothing but what we form as a whole?
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Point, this sight is unsound, fairest in the loving coal
Golden light beams down to my incandescent soul
Cold copper structure rise infinitely, the sky stained blights
Surrounded by millions of suns, millions of lights
...
Suffering in the womb of Elohim, damned and diseased
An empire with foundations planted in the soil of ignorance
A perfect creation defiled through rape and perjury
A vengeful lords wrath composed vile dissonance
...
Screaming at the top of your lungs
Buried beneath six feet of hell
Clawing, digging, scratching, seething
Towards the faintest light that signs demise
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Great watching god above, far but brightening
Simply staring at the speck of sand spinning
Millions of years of treacherous masquerade
Knowing not that our sun is alien made
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The searing creation’s heat that consumes
It’s ashen cloud preserves the burned nerves
Collective conscious it now assumes
While the singularity above only observes
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The golden sheen, the cosmic needle crashes
Intertwine the fabric of existence once more
The aural thread built around solar empires,
Diesel powered almighty creator
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You spend your days teaching to obey
The world of a master yet to display
A true face yet he preaches to your masses
That his true form is just your own asses
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“He’ll stand on his own two heads, watching, waiting
Brought to life, cast to death, Re-unimagined
Unable to retrace though is mind will intertwine
Birthed and aborted at the same instant.”
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Breaking, pointless and scattered, ashes are reserved
All helpless thoughts crucified as your life spirals
Thrust into cavernous deceit
Antimatter taking on your life as the reality is concave
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Dimensional shift, multivariable transversals are incompatible
Indiscernible from the inexistence of physics, no longer free
Mental dissolutions and disharmonies havoc, theories too complex
From concealment to ancient indivisible mechanized gods
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You live out your life like a normal human being, caring and kind
You find something good for you, impeccable, not a flaw to find
So you cherish and love it, care for it as if it were part of you
But you don’t know what’s around the corner, you’re flying blind
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Face to face, race to race, it's time to choose your place
Day to day, night to night pick your side, final fight
Eye to eye, neck and neck, brutalized in a spiritual wreck
Fist to fist, flesh to blight, this whole world is built out of spite
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Woke up midnight screaming in mid-sprint trying to escape the grasp of my own mind
Psychopathic thoughts whipping around me like a goddamn storm what the hell am I to do
About all of these thoughts and all of these ideas where to go? They are trying to find
Me like a goddamn animal I can’t control my own thoughts I am a victim of my own I.Q.
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Back to myself I cannot describe
Infinity beyond words as if they
Melt in memory blood safety is not
More than a solitary dream within
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Sleeping sane, sleeping so mundane
Dreaming of a world without disdain
Clutching to my heart, praying for you
Drifting to slumber, envision life anew
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Hammer falls, sickle claws worlds bleed
Its dream is your nightmare
Its heaven is your hell, It’s planted the seed
Its existence is corruption
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In this chamber, stuck forever
Cold and dreary, my eyesight bleary
What does it take to survive such gloom?
When the only thought, is the thought of doom
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I couldn't come up with a title so I just made something stupid up until I could think of something better suited.
Looking back now, fading black cloud
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I don't know what to write. I'm a human being, with life. I love to live it, that means doing anything/everything fun. I have been slowly, but steadily working on a science fiction/horror/adventure/action book entitled 'The Days of Damnation'. I do a lot of writing, poems, songs, etc. I also do a lot of work on Photoshop, Corel, Blender, as well as game design with Python22 and other things of that nature. I have manic depression, which explains the shift in themes of my poems/lyrics. I do tend to stick to the more darker, raw side of life, the side people seem to stay away from for fear of being labled a 'freak'. I have long brown hair and brown eyes. I listen to all metal music. I am a big metal head, I go to shows all of the time, I play in a band called Torment of Sin and 2 side/solo bands called 'Immaculate Deception' and 'Chrysalyde' uhhmm...I love arts, graphic design, pencil sketching, writing music. That's it I think.)
Where Do I Go From Here?
Walk to the sun, my friend
For it shall never set on your side
And never bow your head
As the star will warm you inside
Walk to the black
Pitching and cold, forgotten love
Opportunity lost and is to
Never grant heaven above
Stars, gleaming and defined
Alone and lost, depraved and in tears I
Fall to my knees and say my final goodbye
To the last question I’d ask why
Here I am
The apex of time, crux of my last moments
A dying breath lying below a concrete grave
Mark with my own name
Filling the fear,
Shedding my tear
Where do I go from here?
Where do I start all over again?
My journey is long, my heartless shell
Where can I find where I began my hell?
Arsenic kiss, any love now is dead
Who can understand the thoughts in my head?
Spinning like a top, emotions cutting deep
It’s been forever since I’ve heard my own heartbeat
Deadly reaper, drawing so near
Illusions of a newfound dream
Just another world of death I get to conceive.
Here I am
The apex of time, crux of my last moments
A dying breath lying below a concrete grave
Mark with my own name
Filling the fear,
Shedding my tear
Where do I go from here?
Where do I start all over again?