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Tetra Region Encomiast

The bringer to the knees of the damned as they beg for it all
Reached into the heavens and hells and furies like wind with a single call
Traveling roads less traveled by man than beast or ghost
It's simple enough to kill a man at the most
To drown sorrow and insanity with vanity on the morro
But with how does the world turn when I reject tomorrow?
I project today and lay waste to the waste and make haste with the lost
Private callers are least of my worries
When a wall is my window and the roof watches like my juries
I play a piano with strings of humans
My melodies evolve capture and ensue them
Wrapped around my my finger like a little bow
I wish my father was here to see this magnificent show
"Here lies such in such" my final words to them
Blood lust is just filling to the brim
See when a man goes insane he disappears into his brain
and when his brain is nothing but dark and anger
well I'm born
Watch as my daughter plays hopscotch with the dead
Twisting the fabric of time and peoples faces
You see a shadow disappear and it's me
lost in the world and unhappy and free
"might I add young man, that's a fine looking cloak you're wearing"
All the while I'm tearing
myself this world and you apart
Scythe? left it at home I'm more pissed than in the start
The world needs this the world deserves
They just don't deserve anything else....
Written by ConcreteMoon (Dillon Nickerson)
Published | Edited 29th May 2013
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