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Any good profound poets?
- Thread starter Jen B
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The walls in a circle breath and
Whisper these words of darkness.
Fill your ears with blood,
it will not build a blockade of steel.
For the knives they wield
are sharp.
I am an honest god
Smiting all that take in
the satanic beliefs,
killing those blood thirsty soul takers,
that corrupt the innocent.
Are you walking the days or nights?
Following the dark path or climbing the walls with
Hands
Desperately grabbing at your legs.
I walk the path of dawn
Climbing a wall of sorrow
and sin
Overcoming the wall of Power,
I then run the path towards a greater self.
A gun in the distance.
The trigger is pulled when the sight is set.
Bullet spiraling through your
Soul
Sending you to a plummet to the
Unforgiving ground.
A ground filled with merciless ways and sorrow
Sometimes seen as heaven to the most damned,
Spiritless souls in the deepest trenches of hell.
Those empty souls are filled with the lies of the condemned.
Burned by the damned and
Laughed at by the righteous.
Not all mighty righteous are laughed at, however.
They are false prophets in a world filled with sick and twisted souls.
Each righteous man is in a battle between two souls.
A struggle.
One soul,
sick and twisted,
Demented through the eyes of the rested.
The other a soul of truth,
Being smothered by the hands of a devious spirit.
The supposed all mighty and righteous god
tells people stories of rejoice and repentance,
but in fact he is the destroyer behind the world's faults.
Another bully, pulling the strings to our thoughts
in the ways he wishes.
But shall not be suede.
Mind strong I block the whispers and smash them once and for all.
Whisper these words of darkness.
Fill your ears with blood,
it will not build a blockade of steel.
For the knives they wield
are sharp.
I am an honest god
Smiting all that take in
the satanic beliefs,
killing those blood thirsty soul takers,
that corrupt the innocent.
Are you walking the days or nights?
Following the dark path or climbing the walls with
Hands
Desperately grabbing at your legs.
I walk the path of dawn
Climbing a wall of sorrow
and sin
Overcoming the wall of Power,
I then run the path towards a greater self.
A gun in the distance.
The trigger is pulled when the sight is set.
Bullet spiraling through your
Soul
Sending you to a plummet to the
Unforgiving ground.
A ground filled with merciless ways and sorrow
Sometimes seen as heaven to the most damned,
Spiritless souls in the deepest trenches of hell.
Those empty souls are filled with the lies of the condemned.
Burned by the damned and
Laughed at by the righteous.
Not all mighty righteous are laughed at, however.
They are false prophets in a world filled with sick and twisted souls.
Each righteous man is in a battle between two souls.
A struggle.
One soul,
sick and twisted,
Demented through the eyes of the rested.
The other a soul of truth,
Being smothered by the hands of a devious spirit.
The supposed all mighty and righteous god
tells people stories of rejoice and repentance,
but in fact he is the destroyer behind the world's faults.
Another bully, pulling the strings to our thoughts
in the ways he wishes.
But shall not be suede.
Mind strong I block the whispers and smash them once and for all.
The walls in a circle breath and
Whisper these words of darkness.
Fill your ears with blood,
it will not build a blockade of steel.
For the knives they wield
are sharp.
I am an honest god
Smiting all that take in
the satanic beliefs,
killing those blood thirsty soul takers,
that corrupt the innocent.
Are you walking the days or nights?
Following the dark path or climbing the walls with
Hands
Desperately grabbing at your legs.
I walk the path of dawn
Climbing a wall of sorrow
and sin
Overcoming the wall of Power,
I then run the path towards a greater self.
A gun in the distance.
The trigger is pulled when the sight is set.
Bullet spiraling through your
Soul
Sending you to a plummet to the
Unforgiving ground.
A ground filled with merciless ways and sorrow
Sometimes seen as heaven to the most damned,
Spiritless souls in the deepest trenches of hell.
Those empty souls are filled with the lies of the condemned.
Burned by the damned and
Laughed at by the righteous.
Not all mighty righteous are laughed at, however.
They are false prophets in a world filled with sick and twisted souls.
Each righteous man is in a battle between two souls.
A struggle.
One soul,
sick and twisted,
Demented through the eyes of the rested.
The other a soul of truth,
Being smothered by the hands of a devious spirit.
The supposed all mighty and righteous god
tells people stories of rejoice and repentance,
but in fact he is the destroyer behind the world's faults.
Another bully, pulling the strings to our thoughts
in the ways he wishes.
But shall not be suede.
Mind strong I block the whispers and smash them once and for all.
Whisper these words of darkness.
Fill your ears with blood,
it will not build a blockade of steel.
For the knives they wield
are sharp.
I am an honest god
Smiting all that take in
the satanic beliefs,
killing those blood thirsty soul takers,
that corrupt the innocent.
Are you walking the days or nights?
Following the dark path or climbing the walls with
Hands
Desperately grabbing at your legs.
I walk the path of dawn
Climbing a wall of sorrow
and sin
Overcoming the wall of Power,
I then run the path towards a greater self.
A gun in the distance.
The trigger is pulled when the sight is set.
Bullet spiraling through your
Soul
Sending you to a plummet to the
Unforgiving ground.
A ground filled with merciless ways and sorrow
Sometimes seen as heaven to the most damned,
Spiritless souls in the deepest trenches of hell.
Those empty souls are filled with the lies of the condemned.
Burned by the damned and
Laughed at by the righteous.
Not all mighty righteous are laughed at, however.
They are false prophets in a world filled with sick and twisted souls.
Each righteous man is in a battle between two souls.
A struggle.
One soul,
sick and twisted,
Demented through the eyes of the rested.
The other a soul of truth,
Being smothered by the hands of a devious spirit.
The supposed all mighty and righteous god
tells people stories of rejoice and repentance,
but in fact he is the destroyer behind the world's faults.
Another bully, pulling the strings to our thoughts
in the ways he wishes.
But shall not be suede.
Mind strong I block the whispers and smash them once and for all.