Submissions by Ricardo77

Morning Savages (Prophecy)

The morning savages of pain allure my quest
sucking on the nipple of my cadence
and slowing its draining me away into oblivion.
Such creatures delight
in the deforestation of the a once golden land
turning trees into dead things
and rivers into swarming waves of blood.
On a day of peace
or perhaps on a day of pure ignorance
the walking dead men in the woods transcend
and all disappear on a finger snap.
Fore through the clouds
the gates of Heaven open and rain upon
the worthless Demons
and upon those...