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Premonitions
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Crimson tears are ever flowing,
Trapped in time yet hidden from the world,
Scars beneath a sheet,
Colored of purity,
Stained the color of shame.

Lost ourselves in seas of conformtiy,
Slaves of normality,
Pitiful creatures begging for acceptance,
Hoping to glorify an empty existance,
Yet in the end,
Death awaits us.

Shackles Of Darkness
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The blade grows dull with time,
And erases the comfort of pain,
Like a dark star,
I fall into the abyss that is despair.

I walk through a grey world,
Completly apathetic,
Falling faster towords oblivion,
Utterly content to die,
As life holds no meaning.

So the effort is wasted,
Left alone in twisted shackles of darkness,
Now I know what it is to burn.

The Nature Of Fate
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A vision of glory,
A mountain,
Backlit with the encircling vice of sunrise,
The lie that is the acension to greatness,
Personified in this vision.

Could humanity survive rapid change?
In this question understanding eludes me,
As well as in the question of acceptance.

Life passes day by day,
And the years slip away,
Opportunities rise and fall,
Passion burns away and the ashes are carried away in the wind,
Who shall deem permanence?
And who shall accept the fate of time?

Life's Quest
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Men live and die,
Living for superficial purpose,
Which causes instilled wonder,
Do we quest for life's happiness?
As we transform from luminous tranquility to despairing darkness,
The hoards of light shine upon us,
Tantilising,
Just brushing the tips of our fingers yet still out of reach,
Such children are we,
In that we cannot revert to former light and once again be whole.

Screaming the sorrow that is life,
From the depths of the abyss none may rise,
A mass of bleeding and broken souls swell with anguish,
And resume the futility,
The insanity,
Of life.

And so we carry on,
Never knowing the path back to light,
All consuming pain surrounds us,
The apathetic masses offer only torment,
And though we walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
This journey called life,
Is the reality of existance,
So we endure,
Life's quest.

In The Face Of Danger
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One's sense of power and pride,
Must not override their sense,
It must glorify the hour,
Circumstances provided,
In the face of chaos.

Lies and deciet soften the foundation of victory,
Crumbling the mind and tormeting the soul,
Though outside lies calamity,
Calm pacifisim reigns one's complextion,
Tremors dispersed and absorbed,
Into courage,
In the face of danger.


The Lone Wolf Carries On
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As we stand in this blink of time,
This flash of short lived futility,
The lone wolf carries on.

Pondering life's meaning is a pointless exercise,
The meaning is survival,
And in these days of corruption,
It is the survival of spirit,
The will to live is crushed,
The masses suffer,
Yet the lone wolf carries on.

The evil inside the hearts of men destroys all,
Apocalyptic polotics consume,
Resulting in chaotic destruction,
Still the lone wolf carries on.


The Fog Of Frustration
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Sitting alone,
Feeling frustrated,
As these thoughts of subliminal salvation torment me,
I pour my soul upon the page,
To clear my head of these screams,
And I ponder the mysteries of nature,
Wondering if the questions have answers.

It repels the order of one's mind,
And brings true fury to the artists rage,
For the cloud of reality persists,
The petty matters of human life,
Coalesce into a fog that suffocates,
And brings with it,
Frustration.

The Conflict Within
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My inner darkness writhes with passion,
As the light is beaten back,
It causes one to fear thyself,
For either may win.
The turmoils of life rush about me,
And is reflected from within,
The conflict swells and falters,
Taking memories and knowledge with it,
Untill the screams of a forgotten age consume me,
Overwhelming the light that might save.

The child I was,
Who is caged within himself,
Cries out to all,
Screaming for repreive,
Suffering the sorrow,
Trapped in the turmoil,
Wishing to know,
What went wrong?

The body ages,
The time slips away,
And the immortal struggle continues,
The two who vie for dominace,
One,
A child of light,
Tormented and broken by the struggle,
The other,
The form presently taken,
An agent of darkness who forever binds the child.

Their weapons are passionate emotion,
The child weilds love,
Patience,
Tranquility,
Peace,
The form of his soul,
The one who is darkness,
His weapons are hate,
Sorrow,
Greif,
Defiance,
And of their weapons they are made.

So thus is the chaos within,
The eternal conflict,
Though outside lies pacifism,
Inside,
There is only terror and rage,
There is only light,
And there is only darkness,
And combined,
There is only the conflict within.

Forbidden Tranquility
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She is a becon,
A light that peirces the storm,
Who herself is an angel of darkness,
Who I wish to consol,
Such is the nature of our relation,
I am forbidden.

I wish for her world to be tranquil,
But reality hungers for the sustinence of sorrow,
I wish to hold away the demons of her hell,
And strike down her lucifer,
But such is the nature of our relation,
I am forbidden.

These things I wish,
These hope of her happiness,
These wishes of true smiles and peace of mind,
Come crashing down upon me,
I am not bold enough,
For of these things,
I am forbidden.

The silver lining,
The shard of hope,
The knight whos arms are taken against her woes,
To be these things for her is impossible for me,
For I am forbidden,
Forbidden from the apple of her true smile that dawns of true joy,
And from the fires of her soul.

Fear
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Fear is the way,
Fear is the path,
Fear is survival,
Of darkness' wrath.

Fear is the punishment,
Fear is alive,
Fear is the conquerer,
Of all of our lives.

Fear will destroy you,
As it must do,
Fear will exile you,
Alone it keeps you.

Inspirational Evolution
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To fly upon the blackest of wings,
We must hope that sorrow will bring,
The depths of despair that one only knows,
When one is falling into darkened shows,
Of mere brutality and of discontent,
Until your soul is shattered and bent,
Freedom and chaos shall grind our life down,
Into a passage that leads through the ground,
And once we lay there we're peaceful yet chained,
Into a darkness that always detaines,
One from the journey to lighted abode,
Where our one lover shall cease to uphold,
Creeds that were held in deepest regard,
During the life we all find so hard,
And once this happens you finally regret,
Things that you hid to avoid disrespect.

Untitled
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Fire licks the stars as I gaze beyond myself,
And I realize that whats burning is the lie upon the shelf,
As the chaos reigns around me and begins to rise in pitch,
I come to this grand conclusion that life needs not be a b***h.

When the bombs come crashing downwards and the misery intwines,
All the passion of the lone wolf into paths as straight as lines,
And the chosen few surrender to the mystery it shows,
Yet the rest of us continue to be struck by fruitless blows.

For we carry on the struggle in this melencholy world,
Only for the sight of sorrow and the stars that are unfurled,
When the time of night is present and a peace is sometimes near,
So that hope may strike the morrow and dispel a trace of fear.