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- - - HEIRLOOMS FOR MISCREANTS - - -
We storm ahead
With the thunder at our backs
A lightning strike
Waiting for a moment in time
Enslaving words
Written with an iron pen
To keep the world
Forever on its bleeding knees
Heirlooms for miscreants
Tarnished against the storm
A world deaf to our laments
Force fed scriptures
I refuse to repent
For two thousand years
They tried to assimilate
From the parapet to the precipice
We watch as the righteous father
Slowly dissipates
The coming storm
Rages, led by the vengeful
We congregate
With middle fingers in the sky
They shackle us
Just to beat down our freewill
They can't hold us
Down for an eternity
Heirlooms for miscreants
Tarnished against the storm
A world deaf to our laments
Force fed scriptures
I refuse to repent
For two thousand years
They tried to assimilate
From the parapet to the precipice
We watch as the righteous father
Slowly dissipates
Tell me, when you're on your knees
Looking up at us
Will you expect the tender mercies of the blade?
Heirlooms for miscreants
Tarnished against the storm
A world deaf to our laments
Force fed scriptures
I refuse to repent
For two thousand years
They tried to assimilate
From the parapet to the precipice
We watch as the righteous father
Slowly dissipates
(c) 2015 Frank Green
Published 25th Sep 2015
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25th Sep 2015 4:57am
Lord Hades a most excellent ink..
as the Master of darkness your quill always drip wicked truths..
with love Crimsin
as the Master of darkness your quill always drip wicked truths..
with love Crimsin
25th Sep 2015 5:53am
Always such a pleasure to see you pop up in my comments, and usually the first one too. I hope you know how much your devotion means to means. Thank you, dearest Lady Crim.
