RLH VS ALPHABET VS SKITTLES VS SATANIST

[Lindel]

“You are lost in the depths of darkness; this desolate valley is an endless margin
Only you again - can become light’s presented target, or end up a leper’s carcass.
Broaden your horizons over the horizon, and seek The Lord as your saving grace
For your life is precious, embrace your lake; only then can you change your fate”

The Black Moon, suddenly disappeared, for I'd dissipated my fear, and the magnificent horizon had never looked more clear
I followed it for miles on end, it was pleasantly revered – yet one of my footnotes were not too sincere.
For I decided near my heart’s lake to write poems against my God – and there was no doubt, his descendants saw
So The Black Moon descended again; a method called, and the beautiful horizon might as well been a sent mirage.

Many serene white moons have passed; where I've seen the Black Moon; descend in my slumber
How I wished for the horizon, or maybe I should have prayed - to have it by the end of the summer
I want to ascend from rubble - my heart's lake quenches holy waters from the heavens
Yet my soul refuses to quit-infusing with sin - denying the help from a church or a reverend.

Yes, I didn't turn to a Methodist, or turn to a Methodist - to repent for my sins
Instead I dabbled in sex, fighting, and alcoholism, all coming from the hellish depths of within'
I continued to write blasphemous poems near my heart's lake, while watching skeletons subside in the surface
Maybe it was time I realized scrutinizing is worthless, and lived with the intent of finding a purpose.

Living with the intent of finding a purpose to live, what are the gifts - that journey will give?
Will it be a serpent that slithers in the crevice of rifts, or holy water for extinguishing the hell's fire - burning my crypt.
I see the ghastly Black Moon, hover over my heart's lake, and the whistling wind is trapping my breath
Maybe one day, I'll see the beautiful horizon again, glistening over this valley of death.

Many serene white moons have passed, and the Black Moon descended over my self
The sky was starless, maybe it was meant for me - as a phoenix from ash arose for my health
Devilish memories flooded the lake of my heart; as demons appeared out of dirt from the valley
Even he himself; Satan in the flesh, waited for my breath - for he felt I deserved a finale!

Yes, I am freighted of my demons and devil(s), but I must face them - face to face
For I know with you, Lord - and the savior's flame, I will have a saving grace.

Seraphim's response:

We've heard your cry, thy bless'ed son - the tides of your heart's lake have rendered much
May you follow the magnificent horizon, ascend and such - and feel The Lord's tender touch.
Your dreams beckon, reach out for the valley of death to prosper, passed the clouds and tests of somber
For you are one with Heaven's father, and with him - evil, will be forever conquered.

With that, the demons have vanquished, for I feel a miraculous light in my soul
Satan retracted his menacing presence, and to see God's miracle was a sight to behold
For The Black Moon ascended, and the beautiful Horizon never looked so bright, for my destined charm raised
And thus began a miraculous journey, as I was baptized in my heart's lake.

VS

Scavenging half dead planets. Barely clinging to life with metallic hands
Condemed to this rusted junkian planet for being subordinate to Galvatron plans
Cosmic atmosphere's barely breathable. Exhaust fumes depleted passed refuel
Who would think the extravagant lackluster battle against Ultra Magus would be my last duel?
My ranks steadily on decline. While Blitwing made a gut-wrenching power move
I'd side with StarScream but he still thinks 2nd in command is cool.
Envied Megatron's Ruled. Iron fists tactics. Knew I'd never squeal on my comrades
Despite the water boarding. Ironhide never got info outside of military dog tags
the gutless attacks were relentess. Optimus Prime's strategic warfare primitive at best
I was One Cybertronic laser beam away from blowing the matrix right outta his chest
Empowered by dark engergon with an explosive nature to rep the Decepticon emblem
scrolled through the long list of allies, while fully trusting none of 'em
Enlisted that Engergon-grabbing, double-talking Swindle simply
until he was spotted at Autobot City fraternizing with the enemy
Obliterate. Destroy. Recharge. Repeat. the hitlist was embedded on my cerebellum
Warpath, Sunstreaker, Bronz, Bumblee. Knew none were on my level
so I acquired the combaticons and left StarScream, that arrogant punk, behind
& stormed Teletran One. disrupted the signaling and malfunctioned its design
but the backup generation kicked in and supplied energon boosts through the station
so I took out Blaster and his legion of cassette tapes to disengage satellite communications
then the combaticons flanked the rear entrance; oil carcinogens protruding from gaseous exposure
That left 15% of the autobot personnel buried beneath the cave smashed by the bolders
So we continued the attack the same force that made StarScream obsolete
Counterstrikes were meek at the best, this time Megatron won't command us to retreat
So I deployed Thrust, Derge, Cyclonus, and the stunticons to continue the punishment
& trampled over the carcasses but someone forgot the dinobots were under it
because energon charged my drunken ambition the pursuit continued to level all foe
Perplexed antics led the reckless confrontations, but Tripticon was near invisible
Who fired off 20 cluster missiles leaving Grimlock and Snarl extinct beyond recognition
Back into the far east of Autobots HQ, Optimus Prime recanted regretted his decision
So I strutted up to prime with the guns blazin and realized Bruticus AWOL on this mission
the vacancy left was quickly filled by Menacer who took over that the position
Next recruits saw Astrotrain, Blitwing, and Octane barricading the corridors with combustible toxins
send message back to Galvatron but Shockwave managed to scrambling it up again
Even contacted SoundWave to deploy Lazerbeak and Ratbat to decode the message clearly
despite the failed communication and sabotaged espionage attempts, Galvatron could finally hear me
So I continued the relentless attack, on the verge of the Autobot demise
but understood treachery lurked amongst my lieutenants; Jetfire's the most I despise
cause he infiltrated the decipticons ranks masquerading as one of our allies
before I could give the Kill orders. I'd have to irradicate and expose his disguise

VS

midnight iron, snaking out like specters fingers, then melting in the mist
i would like to think their odyssey is over, and that they welcome the abyss
as tender as a kiss, these shingles and their watermarks - they speak to me
almost secretly ... a hundred years gone, a hundred years of grief to be
and what unsung tales have these puffs of brisk-departing smoke imbibed?
what many stories could be told and why - do open eyes behold them - blind?
those ochre tiles, tanned to character-perfection, by nervous cigarettes
scratches, dirt and hints of sweat; the signatures of phantoms, in swirls and pirouettes.
a beggars nose gulps coffee steam - snobbily, from her sumptuous throne of trash
no gumption's prone to last, but no one thought to tell Her Majesty; she couldn't stoke the ash
i guess it's a macabre song, this with such a gulfing jaw, that challenges one
to turn one's back on the Sun ... then chase the wheels of a pram as it tractors along
or amass with the throng - no better coat than the Rorschach smudge of busy strangers
no distance greater; backwards, forward, backwards, forward; forward with the width of vapor
i watch the tired carriages, shrugging along their shouldered clouds of people
eighty tons of frozen faces, homeless-nameless ... and I can't see one ounce of evil
i think, maybe, they're just like me ... you know? - trying to unravel truth
about life, about death - but ... what the Hell do I know ...? I'm merely passing through

VS

Evil looms of a tyrant, rumored throughout history as clues of a titan..
'cruel as it's violence pursuing this life and piercing moons with a silence',
haunting whispers deafen sounds in depths of a nether dimension
'sharper than water, more silent than air and spread through every ascension
be it thy deadliest message it comes stalking every death that it beckons,
one swing of his scythe bellows blistering sighs vexed with a vengeance,
'tis the black maw of hexes embellished with hellish elements of malevolence;
turn a regiment to excrement in tourniquets' merciless' deception's testaments;
put the world in detriments with my mind that is desolate spewing pestilence,
blood'll leak through your pours as you feel grue, turned blue; fueling an exodus,
gifts that're demonically inclined unearthing; stewing the fumes as an exorcist,
drew from its crevices... stains blanketing floors with sin and bewildering whims;
thou ecliptic doom be an arisen wound lay on a hilt of their kin;
chills in the wind lay siege; hate breeds; pining the kill of a king;
bound in the beginning; "o' heartless one.. the city of Tarsis' son",
bringer of death, the linger of heaven, hell and the Darkest sun,
from harlots and charlatans put in eternal slumber's artist dun -
to the chilled still of a witches tongue lay a grim hindered love,
wind's churn a withered curse; loosening grips of shivered burns;
those that have blamed plague made waste of their coveted omen,
loveless, ferocious; lusting and hopeless as a plummeting crow brinks,
foreshadowing logic; "non compos mentis"; being thee ominous retribution,
calm as I lessen illusions of lies fusing inside a crucifix of gruesome alignments;
awry with chaos, disorder, I crave God's adornments; A misplaced arch of lordship,
bellowing through ancient; seeping through every crack of pavement,
witness the sky fall ashes of cataclysm that ever-last evisceration,
silhouettes of my doppelganger's constantly follow you, all of you,
embedded within every one of your souls, driven 'till your call of truth,
you beckon thee among exit scenes, I now come as this pawn in rouge,
slaying every one faux in lieu of the throne, this is you who has chose,-
every sickly woe in the folds of eternity that emerges the queue of penumbra;
summoning every apparition's gloom, set forth wickedness; strew with it's comer,
you lay under my cover of night, storms churn for me as I am the drummer of blight,
cometh o' might which not even a God to attest thee; unleashing vortexes funneling light...
Death shall begin as I awaken bringing fires to rages, squires in faceless dismay,
ashes will be o' the coming of all beckoned courageous; decayed; for this place,
where rigor mortis be laid, rooted from the stems of history traced in the graves...