Originally Posted by dead man (Post 8483)

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Originally Posted by Nice (Post 6120)

on the frontier of my prayers, it solemnly sits on a crag
emitting despair, as savage gusts of wind ripples it's flag
the malicious and black, defining it's coarse grandeur
and where force majeures, threatens to split it in half
a lone tower showered in glum
where the shadows constantly overpowers the sun
and the air around crackles, with electric distortions
lightning bolts, storms of epic proportions
anything metal is infested with rust like rashes
a touch of madness, laced like pus in disgusting gashes
sitting in a landscape, made up of dust and ashes
where poisonous gas, spontaneously combusts in flashes
my movements confined, as my mobility adheres to my sutures-
in dusk and blackness, here i sit and fear for the future...
i'm scared of snakes draped in holy guises
who prattle on, while the tide of doom slowly rises
propaganda, habitually expressed in assorted rituals
with a hunger upholding prizes that aborts the spiritual
rotten food for thought, that they purport as victuals
sordid fanatics, frantically peddling morbid visuals
well-versed in the art of pain, but i'm scared of violence
gun in hand... man and iron in a grand alliance
in a climate, where dissident minds gets stabbed to silence
with the science of massacres, in the land of tyrants...
steel your skin - enjoy the cataclysmic backdrop - breathe it in
the air causes bleeding from ulcers - feel the sin
the acrid smell of death, burning on the arena of sulpher
circulated by carrion eaters - hyenas and vultures
surrounded by habitats, inhabited by the dirtiest bastards
murderous vassals, that will bring down the sturdiest castle
you'll see no man's land when you spread the map
surrounded by structures much alike to your own...
but the ground between, is set with deadly traps
because societys are suspicion, settled in unsteady pacts
in this mental ice age, thoughts are sparking friction
and im scared intellects die in the dark derision
i'm scared the veil of maya hides saws and knives
from lobotomy's stark incision, molded in flaws and vice
assailed with fire, the flames failing to thaw the ice
having to pry apart sentences, with the jaws of life
scared of the grim reaper, his breaths and moans
haunting my loved ones, while their flesh atones
and how chests are blown, as he digests their bones
it's not death i fear; i fear being left alone......
in the courtyard we'll all perish, choked in the dung-
a battle carried through the most harried of lands,
it continues, till frames are broken and stung-
with depressant chemicals married to glands
divine ashtray, bodies bloated and hung-
time bleaching the skulls buried in sand
with a fine layer of regret, coating your lungs-
when Father Time's assailing, and you parry his hands
eventually your walls'll fall, the mauling is vicious
by everything from new demons, to old apparitions
roaring in visions, psychologically worn to submission,
your fort and the world, locked in a war of attrition
i see desperate battles, i see the brittle conquered
but my fortress must hold, for just a little longer...