Looking through the stretching night, a beacon of flames calls out to me. Through rain, storm, and treachery I travel towards this pillar of light, truth, and hope. Reaching out my trembling hand I meet the softness. The softness that is her, the beauty that she is. Flashes in her eye twinkle through the twilight. As my lips touch hers, sweet divinity. To her I open my heart, true to her. Love, duty, honor to this one I pledge it all. Eloped in this swirl of passion, I embrace this treasure with my undying love. For her I will fight, for her I shall die. Shield her from pain, free her from stain. Fixed on those two blue go

I stare at the frozen land,What beauty winter has set forth!The sparkling land remains virgin from the feet of man.A mighty oak is covered in the crystal ash of Winter's Hearth.Its cousin, the royal pine, in a majestic diamond cloak.The falling snow, like Pentecostal fire,Blesses the world with winter's divine soul.Small shrubs hold branches high to offer jewels to a being higher.Beams of the sun that penetrateThe clouds project an aura through the hills.Winter she paints the land, like and artist with his slate. And for the beauty to ever last, I surrender my will.The undying silence, only broken by the occasional "Brrrrr," Is enough to melt

Listen; can u hear the weeping of the seraphim? Calling for their fallen brothers, Arms extending from the clouds In hope of grasping their exiled band Silhouettes of the forsaken echo back to the heavens This reunion of dark and light will never be. One path to dark, one path to light Decisions have already been made. Gallant armies of archangels march on, Reluctant to fight their lost brethren. Hell nor heaven will host these legions, But Earth Arena of the Flesh

Behold God's gift to man, the gift of life. Which he bestowed upon you at birth, No one has the right to end it by knife. Return to where u came fall to the earth. Your soul is robbed, your spirit shattered, what now? Ascend? Descend? What have your deeds chosen? Was your life pure and good, or was it foul? You reach your trial you still are frozen. Fear devours you, what will they decide? A door on the left, a door on the right, Which will open, whose rules will you abide? A door opens, a place of fire in sight. Eternity of suffering and pain, How did you acquire such a stain.

You are head of it all All is yours that rots. In command of Earth's filth, Filled to the brim with deceit Teetering on the rope over crap. Black is your heart, soiled your soul. [C] You are KING of the RATS Leader of those doomed to the waste Master of those boiling with hate Rally the troops bound to this fate Never again shall you pulse with real life, Nor shall your eyes fill with joy's tears. Down on your stomach you lay Upon your throne of shit. In this land of cancerous growth We find you serving as host. [C] Your are KING of the RATS Leader of those doomed to the waste Master of those boiling with hate Rally the t

"Clinging to my soul, these scarlet tears will not prevail over the insanity of the newly released beast that lurks far below the nether realms. Only he who walks along the path of unresting corpses may utilize the strength of death and restore free flowing unity to this tragic biosphere. Until then we must suffice with our miserable souls until He arrives."

From the beginning you were but a puppet Strings holding you down from all directions Struggle to break their shackles, cover your ears; Try and drown out their commands, fight to take control GRRRRRRRRRRRR………… Rip the bolts out of you r flesh Destroy the chains that bar you down Stand up, Stand up, Look at your controller GRRRRRRRRRRRR………. Stare them in the eye, peer into their soul. Quiet their words with your fists, Let your thoughts run your life You don't have to be the puppet GRRRRRRRRRRRR………. Their morbid laughs and bloody screams Haunted your through your life Now you're free and blue skies lie ahead GRRRRRRRRRRRR……….

I Am an arrogant chauvinist With an inflated self opinion and A humble, pinkish skin. Where did I go wrong? Our Government Is a lame work horse That fails to move the load Or a black pustule that oozes A festered corruption. Where did they go wrong? Society Is the lurid crust of psoriasis, Splitting and bleeding ignorance, Held to the Body only by the fibrous Tension of amino acids like "Church" and "Cult". Where did we go wrong? Religion Is the gruesome, twisted legs of polio, In place to hold the Body up, Now merely limiting its movement With surges of debilitating shock and parochial insights. Where did God go wrong?