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- - - BURDEN OV ETERNITY - - -
I am descended from the left hand path ov Adam
The bastard son ov a cold and blinded father
Beggars and whores kneel ‘fore the patron saint ‘bove Sodom
A swift tide ov damnation on troubled waters
The creator came too late to make a paradise
Within Gomorrah’s walls, succumb to sins ov flesh
Hail my awakening, agony and paradigms
Crawl, on bloody knees, to receive thine just caress
On the epoch cusp, sup from veins kissed and severed
The afterlife gates swing on rusted doorways
Dead hearts ov men lay still, wasted, to be measured
And be laid to rest among the long forgotten graves
I wish I may
I wish I might
Waste away
Into that good night
Thus, I pen this ink as a new messianic anthem
So the masses ov tomorrow can blind themselves
Set in old habits to spread the word and condemn
A desolate and jagged road straight to the pits of Hell
We are the masters ov the new apocalypse
We are infernal seeds within the chrysalis
Fall to burn
And out ov God’s heart
We spit our venom
To the stars above
We are the born again villains and anarchists
We are the splinters on your crooked crucifix
Stripped ov wings
We fall from Heaven
To begin anew
In our chosen Hell
Lo, I ascended from the waters ov Cocytus
My lamentations, on these cracked lips, so frozen
The wailing dead sing their songs from the mouth ov Charon
Titans lashed ‘neath Tartarus at the passing chosen
Those damned souls reach with talons splintered to the bone
As Stygian flocks circle ‘bove this troubled brow
Failure ‘tis not an option, this past I cannot atone
Leave me some dignity, joining the wolves to howl
To pray to thee
Is to give in
The hanging trees
Sway with the flayed skin
Pity not the doomed who walk with me on this path
For they follow the sun to new horizons
Justified, they march with eyes burning with wrath
Crashing against walls like waves ov cruel Poseidon
I am the truth
Ov the rapture
Denied
I am the burden
Ov eternity
Defined
We are the masters ov the new apocalypse
We are infernal seeds within the chrysalis
Fall to burn
And out ov God’s heart
We spit our venom
To the stars above
We are the born again villains and anarchists
We are the splinters on your crooked crucifix
Stripped ov wings
We fall from Heaven
To begin anew
In our chosen Hell
(c) 2016 Frank Green
Published 11th Aug 2016
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11th Aug 2016 8:39am
"Fall to burn
And out ov God’s heart
We spit our venom
To the stars above"
damn Darkest Lord Hades you are a true Master..
inking pure blackness with your wicked quill..
love this..
forever in darkness Crim
And out ov God’s heart
We spit our venom
To the stars above"
damn Darkest Lord Hades you are a true Master..
inking pure blackness with your wicked quill..
love this..
forever in darkness Crim
12th Aug 2016 00:57am
Anonymous
11th Aug 2016 6:20pm
Ah, my King, as on Earth shall it be in Hell ~ I believe you've written its 10 Commandments all that was missing t'was its 'Thou'. . .I enjoyed the blend of myth incorporated with religion; something we do alike which is why we can resonate with each other; always an honor to be partial to you. . .yours, Devil~lyn
12th Aug 2016 1:00am
Mythology is one of my passions. I remember first learning about The Greeks, damn that was a long time ago, and I've been hooked ever since. And the religion part just serves as a stomping ground for me. Thank you, dear Flamma.
