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Post by crawlingseed on Mar 17, 2011 14:08:01 GMT -5
Looming, closer and closer; Great galaxies shift at whim, The current cycle is now concluded. A new age is ushered in
PAUSE. PAUSE. PAUSE
Awaken demon, people screaming, Can you feel it in the blood? The all-consuming naked hatred, Rising from from the evil in us, We can see it, we can feel it, We can can trace the poisoned flood, To find the answers that were writen, The prophesy that is the past.
PLAY. PLAY. PLAY
Person, shouting to the masses, Penetrating gaze that asks us. Not for death, but something greater, To rise up and reinstate the The long lost glory of a nation, A belief, a code, a decree, To gently sheperd lesser classes, Eagle wings are born in thee.
PAUSE. PAUSE. PAUSE.
Awaken demon, no one screaming, All- consumed by the blood. The naked hatred never abated, Incarnate of the evil in us, We can see it, we can feel it, But we too fell to the poisoned flood, The answers true are all around us, The past that is the prophesy.
Stories seem to be a little Older than the world's supposed... Is destiny designed, repeated And destined to loop again and again?
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Post by Veritas on Mar 18, 2011 18:51:54 GMT -5
So I gather you like to write long poems. Destiny you will find is forged not really designed. But we humanz have cultivated quite the herd mentality. Though what are we but broken homes & long lost hopes. Prophecy never lives up to its definition.
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