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- - - PROPHET - - -
The faces in the lantern
Are the faces of phantoms
With hateful eyes, denied
The gateway to the living
Rusted clockwork still spinning
The empty lies, refined
My failure in compliance
Tinged with crimson violence
The twisted turn, returns
My tale of the tragedy
Collected anatomy
The gallows learn to burn
I still remember
Every prophet
I made from your doom,
Misery
I will dismember
All of the profits
Hidden in the gloom
Enemy
Who is that graveyard stranger
With a taste for the danger
Sucking up cries, disguised
Just like a roadside blood work
Cooling in the morning murk
When ravens fly, collide?
I'm the full blown devilment
Discontent with malcontent
The water churns with worms
Languishing in apathy
Eating up my agony
Inside the urn concerns
No one
I still remember
Every prophet
I made from your doom,
Misery
I will dismember
All of the profits
Hidden in the gloom
Enemy
The enemy is me
With a struggle inside
I surely resign to
The misery in me
That is stronger inside
Now feeding in my soul
Hush, hush
Listen closely
To the demons within
Dripping with so-called sin
Give into instinct
And we can begin
I still remember
Every prophet
I made from your doom,
Misery
I will dismember
All of the profits
Hidden in the gloom
Enemy
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Are the faces of phantoms
With hateful eyes, denied
The gateway to the living
Rusted clockwork still spinning
The empty lies, refined
My failure in compliance
Tinged with crimson violence
The twisted turn, returns
My tale of the tragedy
Collected anatomy
The gallows learn to burn
I still remember
Every prophet
I made from your doom,
Misery
I will dismember
All of the profits
Hidden in the gloom
Enemy
Who is that graveyard stranger
With a taste for the danger
Sucking up cries, disguised
Just like a roadside blood work
Cooling in the morning murk
When ravens fly, collide?
I'm the full blown devilment
Discontent with malcontent
The water churns with worms
Languishing in apathy
Eating up my agony
Inside the urn concerns
No one
I still remember
Every prophet
I made from your doom,
Misery
I will dismember
All of the profits
Hidden in the gloom
Enemy
The enemy is me
With a struggle inside
I surely resign to
The misery in me
That is stronger inside
Now feeding in my soul
Hush, hush
Listen closely
To the demons within
Dripping with so-called sin
Give into instinct
And we can begin
I still remember
Every prophet
I made from your doom,
Misery
I will dismember
All of the profits
Hidden in the gloom
Enemy
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 9th Jul 2015
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