The Nights Nightmare
I warm you dear reader,
this is a nightmare machine...
enjoy ye ride-not falter.
Advocatus Diaboli; Latin
raised home, schooled and you his friend,
were soul mates since the birth of duality;
For the sake of argument de jure...
filled in circuits of adapting currency.
Stood well in wonderful solidarity;
And with words, traded for emotion,
saying yes, that's all the matters...
Advocatus, Diaboli our friend
comes again purging onwards;
People somehow "magically" can sell debt,
taxes, loopholes and bad habits.
Don't be sad; try your luck.
someone will aid the rest,
not just divided from right to left...
Those move forward who passed the shark,
deep pure uncontrolled passions,
from dreams having compassion.
Chaos was born and glowing in light,
rooted and grown inside fearful dreams,
the night will come quickly,
forget this poem fast asleep,
awaken playing House Rules.
Blood, war, rape, disorder and death:
Judgment is compassion suppressed,
Rape is but hunger for good company,
Disorder is a crossroad of different stages,
Blood strongly binds not only family but all,
Death gracefully aids afterlife’s biohazards.
--. .-. . -.-- / -- .- - - . .-.
Embedded onto electrical surges by Infernus,
written to create uneasiness and abhorrence.
TIP: Don't reread until a fortnight passes!