I am He My house is hell All mirrors lead to my home By way of reflection Into the very soul Of the one who looks In the mirror My yards glisten with sacrifice and sin Yet glow pure and obscene It pulls and pumps the true heart of life But into it seeps corruption From the ones who look In the mirror My Eden meadows with nightshades My Olympus towers with the weak And my bedroom sheets with hides Of the ones who look In the mirror The world Would be A beautiful place Without People I walk this realm A mission in mind To end all those who do not See I walk this realm A mission in mind To save all those who do not See Oh, scorched earth of Midian Why do you not desecrate The scene Of these cons art mourgers Ill take the hearts of lust And hang them all from the stars of God I give these gusts To the gates of guts In the nine aligned Where we the damned All pitied nigh See for real Through a world of lies I shall be a mask Of rich red lips A mutual soul Letter P henna upon my forehead A blade beneath my wing A plastic crown with my hand The world Could maybe Breathe again Without People Send these shades To the north wind Of the seas Night we’re free Of the con art scene Drowning me In the wings of Satan The longing shadows Of the north palace Of the air Light we stand For the true art land Rising me From the beast now shaven Belated Satan Screeching demon All calling freedom For the coursing anger In hibernation My master Of phantoms A spectral due truth That shows the sun In the wake of hunt Sent to save In the eleventh month Belated Satan The simpleton dance The hungry knight lance Its hand the plane For a new world’s chance For the war in the middle world cog Churning for hanging from the stars of God I’m the only God Of this hunt A nature sword To stick in The ones Who look In the mirror But yet there Is still a desire I dig the light I buried so long ago Back up again For the ones Who look In the mirror But if you think The world Would be better off Without People I’m dreaming a world of embodiment not taken When depths start revision, the lights start collision Locking a vile of change A break in the sea destroys all the means Feeding from bowels and celestial dreams A thinning perspective trampled inside Timed with the birth of a bastard When Midian’s fire encloses my eyes Seek my desire of fire sprayed high What is coming Theres a fire inside And ice embracing it One may Take it all And rise One may Give it all And rise others We may be Gods We may be love Belated Satan He’s pounding his nails The nightingales A war everlasting In my home of hibernation The world Would be A better place Without People But I am one I’m a failure I’m a fraud The hull is breaching All these walls are shaking There’s an anchor on my neck And swords in my hands I will sink with both The belated And the inflated...Von Dee
Posted on: Sat, 19 Oct 2013 13:28:35 +0000
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