I wish I had a taco. With plenty of hot sauce. But all that I've got is a. Box of crackers. . I wish I had a pizza. With mushrooms and sausage. But all that I've got is a.
Just a thought, to add suspense. To warn against, our discontent. Fear is real, but not so taught. You let others, be the cause.. . There we go racing towards the sun.
You manifest in distant memories again. You cast the coldest shadow my skin has ever felt. I risk perpetual paralysis revisiting them. Underneath it all we confide resistance. It's natural to second guess every word. To question your honor. Underneath it all consequences fail us. When purity gets filtered out by justice the pleads of the damned are heard. Acknowledge the deceased make an attempt to reconnect with them. Molested by decay while they await a new awakening. Soon we'll rejoice at your expense, remember me..
This is the music I make. This is the mic that I break. This is the world that I shape. This is my voice on your tape. Seal your fate with one kiss. Punish a man with one strike.
Babylon. Do you hear the words I say. For I long. That you understand me some day. . Windmills to fight. Until I see the light. . Forgive me my love. For it crosses slightly.
Came to me. In your final hour. I tasted fear. For eternal power. . I sense. Its all right for you. Although. I dont know who. . You are. Why you wished to visit.
In her realm. I dwell. On senses that only drift there. . Warming sun. Your noon is yet to come. In your light only I stare. . Love, Im crawling home.
In my dark the blackness was so thick. It helped to find my way. Like a light that shines so bright. It forces you to stay. . Guided by the ghost of despair.
Consumed by the lies you're telling. Forced to devour the taste. Bittersweet forgiving, the pain leaves a strain on my face. . I see right through you.
The crippled oracle breathes his lungs like grit. His blackened hands, like maps of ungodly lands. Skin as leather, burnt by the sun. This world is not for him, this world is not for you nor I.
I am the eye of the storm. Axis Mundi, I fall to my knees. I've realized my dark dreams, father. I have become I spread my seed. . Have I not brought you to these ends.
Moonlight bathes my heart. The birds sing my serenade. The trees are whispering my. Name... my name. . Dark romanticism, of a. Kind seen no more.... Lament my name when I am.
"I have crossed the seas, I have left cities behind me,. and I have followed the source of rivers towards their. source or plunged into forests, always making for other.
There is plague at the door. It begs to be among us. In the ashen dreams of crippled children. . There is sickness in the soil. Nothing grows this side of Eden.
I am cut from the cloth of Judas. And have seen his face in mine. The weathered hands that turn the pages. Are scattered in the sun. My ship has the blackest sails.
Soiled hands of work, to pit a Nations Fall. Skeletal hands upon the coffers of the Old World. Ghosts of Men, re-writing history. Red ink, from the well of Martyrdom.
Funeral winds... caress the flame. The naked fire that soothes my flesh. In darkness I can ask for little more. . Then a Samhain fire to lead the dead.
You... gave me strenght to carry on. You... pass all wordly troubles unto me. You... gave my time meaning. You... left your sorrow for my soul. . I love you.
Bring the women. and children before me. Let us make rivers of their blood. Bleed for me...I wish it so. and streams shall meet such rivers. and seaward they shall flow.
Here there is no god he is ground to dust. In the death machine of industry. The iron hearse sent on bitter tracks to the Gulag. Suffering forged between the hammer and sickle.