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Death moves in silence
Dig out of solid ground unveil your face to the world
I hear death moves without a sound to take its victims
Purge the dead of blood let I pour
Hear the voices scream intoxicating how my blood churns
As waves of poisoned arrows drip down from the sky
Piece and puncture although still alive
Just pier out on my creation
Bair witness to my wake
At the fires burning in the distance
Hide your eyes bound and gagged down on your knees
Blood is flowing like a flood
Overtaken tip the balance just rotten crypts to birth the flies
Just pier out on my creation
The gears of turmoil are winding down
Arching the nerves in my spine
No longer human hearts black and corroded
No color left inside my eyes
Bair witness to my wake
At the fires burning in the distance
At the last grain of sand falling
Out of this shattered hour glass
Formed from bone and shattered lives
Held in my hand
Release the hounds
Rancid flesh entwined there teeth
Just pier out on my creation
How the wolves have broke the will of scattered sheep
I hear death moves without a sound to take its victims
Purge the dead of blood let I pour
Hear the voices scream intoxicating how my blood churns
As waves of poisoned arrows drip down from the sky
Piece and puncture although still alive
Just pier out on my creation
Bair witness to my wake
At the fires burning in the distance
Hide your eyes bound and gagged down on your knees
Blood is flowing like a flood
Overtaken tip the balance just rotten crypts to birth the flies
Just pier out on my creation
The gears of turmoil are winding down
Arching the nerves in my spine
No longer human hearts black and corroded
No color left inside my eyes
Bair witness to my wake
At the fires burning in the distance
At the last grain of sand falling
Out of this shattered hour glass
Formed from bone and shattered lives
Held in my hand
Release the hounds
Rancid flesh entwined there teeth
Just pier out on my creation
How the wolves have broke the will of scattered sheep
Published 23rd Feb 2012
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16th Mar 2012 8:55am
This Poem reminds me of the song 'La Ultima Hora' by Breed77. I get the same kind of imagery in my head. YouTube it, you might enjoy it.
I like the repetition 'pier out on my creation' - you get that split second where you wonder if you are indeed writing this from the viewpoint of a god and we are being mislead into thinking it is a mortal piece.
The imagery is poignant and very apparent. I think you have done a fine job here :)
I like the repetition 'pier out on my creation' - you get that split second where you wonder if you are indeed writing this from the viewpoint of a god and we are being mislead into thinking it is a mortal piece.
The imagery is poignant and very apparent. I think you have done a fine job here :)
16th Mar 2012 2:15pm
i checked that song out its not too bad if you like that you should check out "A perfect circle" the hollow ....... or anything off Mer De Norms best album ever made :)
and thanks for taking time to really comment on my work its very much appriciated :)
and thanks for taking time to really comment on my work its very much appriciated :)
