March of Ides are Afraid

“March of Ides are Afraid”

Something billowing haunts March
Torturing the essence of the heart

Unknown the smithereens it brings
Lies upon Hades’ heathens wings

Shallow are ones smothered in regret
Dancing jagged thorns never to forget

Numbness flows within hollow veins
Will infinity forthcoming be in flames?

Way of the warriors extend your blade
Take out evil-doers consumed with hate

Crawling the skin just chillin like a villain
Eden's fruit beget sin, wikked was forgiven

Enraged sheer activity of dormant perception
Settling the walls of the soul with fatal infection

Turning shoulders, like a worn out pair of shoes
Stiff upper lips press forward making no excuse

Shadows inhabiting every sobbing empty soul
Little by little relinquishing every bit of control

March of Idea are afraid & screaming into dust
Gallows mirror hollow swinging pendulum is just

Knees must be cleansed prepare for confession
Bless me for I have sinned holding heart’s lesson





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