He Who Walks Behind the Rows
Anonymous
What is Your Human Number?
In a room filled with ghostly imprints
traces of a million yesterdays dance
energies darker than any light being
has yet to conceive
they hang
like sticky webs
dangling graves of the dead
the drums conjure chaos
pelts beaten with the creased hands of a killer
as all life givers are takers somehow
every end a beginning
the great beyond a mystery that can't be satiated
not with curiosity
not quite yet
unsolved and therefore scary
but the danger lies in the living
the present
breathing and signing papers around the tables
under flags
in ink that will be worth its weight in human casualties
within minutes
the old demigods and deities
will be killed for eternity
by the living
the greedy
a bomb can't question its identity or
subscribe to a god of its choice before murdering
it does what it's told
too easily
the soldiers are now no different
indifferent to freedoms that must be realized
and claimed
using morality that is self taught
decisions that are personally thought up
just empty spaces of homosapien remains waiting
on a download to program the next step
in the genocidal plan of the elitists
it's culling time for the sheeple
and maybe too late to realize there was every warning
of false shepherds coming
so much information that no-one knew a thing
horned beasts and red eyed demons
hell fires and hauntings
hexes, curses and voodoo priestesses
they all amount to nothing
Ebola makes no pledge to religion or its symbols
the blood of a Jew is the same as a Muslim
when it's decomposing
a virus knows what we failed to get
we are all humans
there's so little left here in Eden
even the snakes are ill
its a logarithm of worth
most aren't valued at all
and will follow without much fuss
in the name of God
the patriots lining up
they are human numbers
who thought they'd know and don't
for it is a human number, after all
those to be culled
In a room filled with ghostly imprints
traces of a million yesterdays dance
energies darker than any light being
has yet to conceive
they hang
like sticky webs
dangling graves of the dead
the drums conjure chaos
pelts beaten with the creased hands of a killer
as all life givers are takers somehow
every end a beginning
the great beyond a mystery that can't be satiated
not with curiosity
not quite yet
unsolved and therefore scary
but the danger lies in the living
the present
breathing and signing papers around the tables
under flags
in ink that will be worth its weight in human casualties
within minutes
the old demigods and deities
will be killed for eternity
by the living
the greedy
a bomb can't question its identity or
subscribe to a god of its choice before murdering
it does what it's told
too easily
the soldiers are now no different
indifferent to freedoms that must be realized
and claimed
using morality that is self taught
decisions that are personally thought up
just empty spaces of homosapien remains waiting
on a download to program the next step
in the genocidal plan of the elitists
it's culling time for the sheeple
and maybe too late to realize there was every warning
of false shepherds coming
so much information that no-one knew a thing
horned beasts and red eyed demons
hell fires and hauntings
hexes, curses and voodoo priestesses
they all amount to nothing
Ebola makes no pledge to religion or its symbols
the blood of a Jew is the same as a Muslim
when it's decomposing
a virus knows what we failed to get
we are all humans
there's so little left here in Eden
even the snakes are ill
its a logarithm of worth
most aren't valued at all
and will follow without much fuss
in the name of God
the patriots lining up
they are human numbers
who thought they'd know and don't
for it is a human number, after all
those to be culled
Grace
IDryad
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Thank you for your entry, Miki.
Anonymous
RHIANNON
Coal as smoke
Smoke as coal
Blackest breath
Vile vine, leaks from the leaf
Dripping down
In the utter dark
Chasms of the children
Who never asked to be born
Gathering ghostly
Rasping of blades
Host of nocturnal worlds
Hooded from the worlds of man
Dried skin that falls from his face
As she in her virginal beauty
Rises from the first of dawn
Mist from the hearse
The depths of her eyes
Take his spirit, drinks his soul
And the birds of Rhiannon they fly
They lull the dead souls as they sleep
Rider on a pale horse come, take this hand
Yearning for the last wept tears
Life is leaving
Solace
Silence
Soil
Rhiannon is a welsh goddess, she travels between worlds and leads the souls to travel from life to death
I have always been fascinated by her......
"Rider on a pale horse",,,,not my own line, heard it in a film a while ago
Loved the line
Coal as smoke
Smoke as coal
Blackest breath
Vile vine, leaks from the leaf
Dripping down
In the utter dark
Chasms of the children
Who never asked to be born
Gathering ghostly
Rasping of blades
Host of nocturnal worlds
Hooded from the worlds of man
Dried skin that falls from his face
As she in her virginal beauty
Rises from the first of dawn
Mist from the hearse
The depths of her eyes
Take his spirit, drinks his soul
And the birds of Rhiannon they fly
They lull the dead souls as they sleep
Rider on a pale horse come, take this hand
Yearning for the last wept tears
Life is leaving
Solace
Silence
Soil
Rhiannon is a welsh goddess, she travels between worlds and leads the souls to travel from life to death
I have always been fascinated by her......
"Rider on a pale horse",,,,not my own line, heard it in a film a while ago
Loved the line
Grace
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Thank you Mourganna for your participation.
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Come and gone
The scarecrow watches over the fields
As raining blood fertilizes these poison seeds
So easily he plants in the feeble minds of children
His hands have barely reached their teens
A gunny sack hides his unseen mind
But his voice booms unmasked like thunder
His face is that of his congregation
Whose innocence allowed the village sunder
He who walks behind the rows
Inspires rebirth through the blood that flows
Purification is all they know
He who walks behind the rows
Visions of the future dance in their heads
No sense of direction or wrong and right
Faith is blind for He who walks behind the rows
He couldn't stop the harvest blight
It came on quick, this disease that killed the corn
Like the wrath of He who walked behind the rows
The sudden onslaught and children’s scorn
Turned to dust devils as the as hot wind blows
The scarecrow watches over the fields
As raining blood fertilizes these poison seeds
So easily he plants in the feeble minds of children
His hands have barely reached their teens
A gunny sack hides his unseen mind
But his voice booms unmasked like thunder
His face is that of his congregation
Whose innocence allowed the village sunder
He who walks behind the rows
Inspires rebirth through the blood that flows
Purification is all they know
He who walks behind the rows
Visions of the future dance in their heads
No sense of direction or wrong and right
Faith is blind for He who walks behind the rows
He couldn't stop the harvest blight
It came on quick, this disease that killed the corn
Like the wrath of He who walked behind the rows
The sudden onslaught and children’s scorn
Turned to dust devils as the as hot wind blows
Grace
IDryad
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Violence, thank you for your entry.
Grace
IDryad
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He who walks behind the Rows, is an epitome of Evil that controls those that are susceptible to his power. The corns depict the food of mankind; physically and spiritually. For a good harvest sacrifices must be made, as in the days of old. Anyway, the entries are very good and quite a task to judge. So I will be back in a few hours, to announce the winner.
Grace
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Congratulations EngrVV, for winning. Vortexman and Magnetron, being runners up. All the other entries were superb too. Awesome entries. Thank you so much for your participation.
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Well deserved EngrVV.
I'll take a challenge about a character from a Stephen King book any day.
I'll take a challenge about a character from a Stephen King book any day.
EngrVV
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Thank you Grace for the win...just glad to be able to grasp the concept of the comp. Congrats to vortexman and Magnetron for their equally chilling entries! Good reads all around.
Grace
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Grace said:
Indeed, Magnetron. The title was taken from one of Stephen King's novel 'Children of the Corn'. Such evil that can be interpreted in many ways, nowadays.
Do I get extra bonus points for a lame attempt at working King's name in at the end of mine?
Magnetron said:
In sing along singsong praising
The Harve==========================st Evenin' King
Indeed, Magnetron. The title was taken from one of Stephen King's novel 'Children of the Corn'. Such evil that can be interpreted in many ways, nowadays.
Do I get extra bonus points for a lame attempt at working King's name in at the end of mine?
Magnetron said:
In sing along singsong praising
The Harve==========================st Evenin' King
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Congrats D-Poetic! Thanks for the runner up....;) joking..:)
glad to be here.
glad to be here.