Kingdom of Flies

There's a fire in Babylon at the end of days
When all the rivers dry and the saints escape.
"But who can make war against our glorious beast?
Who dares attack us in a time of peace?"

All the prophets, fed to the flies

But all the ancient mountains have been seized
(Thrown from the heavens like meteors)
Crashing in to the deep seas
(Waves that will wash away many more)

There's a fire in Babylon, it's all the news
It's on every channel, on anyone you choose.
The Master of War, with his bow, stands true
And his armies are gathered for the final feud.

"Rise up and defeat the false God!"

But all the ancient mountains have been seized
(Thrown from the heavens like meteors)
Crashing in to the deep seas
(Waves that will wash away many more)
Soldiers of death will decay
(Feast for the Kingdom of Flies)

There's a fire in Babylon that's out of control.
The tides broke the bridges so there's nowhere to go.
The angels are coming and they don't look pleased.
From the palace to the peers, their on their knees.
The moon is red and the blood spills free
The last Holy War is a war indeed.
The righteous were beheaded but their souls ascend
While the dragons children have a darker end.

They gnash on their bones as the flame rise higher

All the ancient mountains have been seized
(Thrown from the heavens like meteors)
Crashing in to the deep seas
(Waves that will wash away many more)
Soldiers of death will decay
(Feast for the Kingdom of Flies)

There's a fire in Babylon, it's the end of days.
There's a fire in Babylon, it's the end of days.
There's a fire in Babylon.
There's a fire in Babylon.

Wheelchair Grief

When lights go out
Across the house we had,
Candles sigh
And hug the cold
Like you and I
We used to hold each hand
With all the love
That we could find.
Like you,
They'll die.

Epitaph

There is no love in deaths domain,
No hunger, guilt nor pain,
There is but silence, soft and cold,
And souls of young and old.

Languishing Deer

A swell of salty sickness
In  the belly of the beast
Whose life is lost and lorn away,
Whose war is waged each day.

Burn brighter than a star, my son,
Destroy the black whole death,
Be stronger than the sacred lands,
And conquer all, in health.

Defeatable

In the wastes and sulphur pits
I wander deep and keep myself
Along the walls to not fall in
And become as
The Demon Bitch.

The Witch that Set had set upon me
And my God had left to haunt me
Tore the pillars that did hold me
On the cliffs of wastes
And sulphur pits.

Light may be so far gone
More than I could count upon
As winds siege on to me
As tides scream
To devour me
I Rise!

Nomad

Nomad, steeped in sands and stone
Ever Wander Heart.
Nomad, walk on long alone
Curse and Bane Apart.

Lesser Evil

To be tearing, raging, roaring, soaring rampant, ripping through demented tensions on the boundless apex men of war and waging hatred towards a super-ending hole one must have soul and bounding soldiers sucking life and lewded loveless corpses crushing down the sin and sightless evil twin of mind and matter kept within the winless cretins, rats, repugnant dregs and dreads of down below the holes on rocks and tombs and pockets deep and deeper still to never end the hurt and much insane and maddened devil calling Pain.

4

There is damage in those eyes and confusion in that heart.
I am a word, a word in dredged lakes and exhumed graves.
As stray dogs they are and mending casts bring stability.
There is confusion in that heart and damage in those eyes.

C

Lover, do we question love,
That thing that is our bind?
Do we wonder at its purpose
Or the spurning of its mind?
Lovely, do you weep beyond
The hurt that once was lain?
So soon yet seen so far away
By those who've lost their pain...
Yet, here, love claims to give renewal
To those whose bones are dry,
But what does motivate the thing
That feels no pain, nor dies?
What trust must we then tend to it?
What time and life confess?
What hate and rage bequeath from it?
What less than lonely death?
Give all, and never less than all.
Give trust and life entire
For love, The Great Destroyer,
Sends all pain in to the Fire.

Half Moon

Hell, or some place of  the same,
Is no right place to seek or find
Angelic signs or peaceful lives,
Insightful minds or pretty names.
This still is true, but some blue moons
Seek eyes to lay their claim to.

Take
Care, An Overwhelming Insight might hate everlong
As some, or most, before have - still! -
Regardless whom was wrong.
But hope regales its victories,
He whose been silent long.

But, what a thought! Recounting pain;
One should be glad and joyous!
These Times are fair and few between,
So, leave the past its grave;
In the face of gentle beauty! Precious
Hearts lead not to astray.

Oroborus

To what, I speak to all and I,
May flowing rivers tide inside
Decrepit coves and solemn sides
So lonely from the moons resign?

What may we say to course the froth
Along it's churning, winding sloth
And rising, falling body. Doth
The surface tell us off?

For what, I say to you and them,
Can truly be derived from hence?
Within the cauldrons broiling pen
Lies truth, alone in penance.

What speak the faceless, ownless words
That all through time have left the herds,
What weird and olden things be known
By sea and serpents own?

Now, Forever Go!

Love me now;
Now and forever;
Never to let go.

Stupid, Stupid Question

'Why do bad things happen to good people?'

They don't, because there's no such thing as a good person. The real question is: why do good things happen to bad people?
We are all bad people. All of us. I am, in this respect, no different to you. You're all as bad as me.
'I am a good person!'
No, you're not. You lie and cheat and steal and hate and curse and, yes, you adulterate. And much, much more.
And, believe me, everyone deserves to die. That's why they do.

Sword of Sadness

A person who is hurt
Will hurt everyone
Around them.
Especially the ones,
Not who they love,
But who love them.

Ander

My old friend is back again.
What do you want with me this time?
Why are you back?
There is nothing that you have forgotten,
Contrarily, you remember everything.

It was you who called me friend,
For a friend is harder to fight
Than an enemy might be.
You bring with you the past
And the weapons that come with it.

To the Far Beyond, I am beckoned.
With so many ways there, it's hard to choose.
Knife, noose, plastic bag, car,
Anything, really, will do.
Take me there, old friend, then leave me alone.

For fuck sake, leave me alone.

Chant of Focus

Let me never dine or slumber
If I'm ever to remember
Love or life or deathless peace,
Unceasing joy or dreamful sleep.
-I should be cursed, and so I am,
To give a leash to hateful mirth-
So damn the one and one again!
Bane, limp, cancer, curse,
Snare, prison, cast, hurt.
Damn the one and one again!
I abhor you. I abhor you.
I abhor you. I abhor you.

Last Time, With Feeling.

I'm almost sure a piece died that day.
I don't want to try again, I don't think I'll settle
For less.
I don't think I've cried about it yet,
Might be why I'm so angry these days;
Can't come to terms with it.
If I accept it fully then I'll have to let go
And I don't want to let go. Not yet.
I've done a very good job of not telling
Anyone.
It's my little secret, and yours.
Unless you've told it all to someone.
Then, I suppose, it's just my secret.
I believe, that if you truly loved someone
Then you will always love them
No matter how much it hurts.
It was love, after all.
Something odd has happened,
I'm naturally very warm bodied,
I don't really get cold,
But since then I've been cold
All the time.
I get shivers and shakes.
Wrap up
Tight.
Oh,
And
I
Hate
My
Self.

Shit

There is reward in lies.
There is reward in suppression.
There is reward in cheating.
There is reward in destruction.

Just can't win.

Way Home

Lamp light, street light, guide my way
To the other side of the city. Day
Is coming and I've worked all night
And want to sleep in to the bright.

Lamp light, headlight, guide my way
To other side of the country. May
I be well guarded from demise
That inebriated drunkards sign.

Lamp light, room light, guide my way
To the other side of dreamscapes. Lay
Right down my weary flesh and bones
It's time to die and go.

Good Guess

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I understand.
Didn't get in to the Army.
Got a job.
Moving out.
Still just me.
Released an Album - http://uploading.com/files/4af3a8d9/I%2BDream%2Bof%2BLightning.rar/
Writing more.
Completed Entropy.
Miss the company.
I understand completely.

I'm Fading

See the dawn, my friend, it's red
Unlike the night before, misread
And coloured vibrant grey.
We stand. We fall alone
To leave the sights behind
We saw, I know. It's dead.

Valintine, you've crossed a line
Across the walls I made.
Oh, what a girl could do to make
A man like me, a solid stone,
Weak and tired, fading.
None would do, but you.

The white has turned to crimson,
The crimsons turn to blue,
So purple is a coldly colour
Reminding me of you.
My eyes are closing slowly,
I'm fading. I'm fading.

Will I ever say a word
Of what has gone before?
Simple children read our minds,
Or the papers we've left for them
To find. The painting shields the grim,
The truth is undefined.

I see dystopionic dreams
And wingless dragons, freedoms lie,
Lyliths angry battle cry
And murder by suicide.
My eyes are closing slowly,
I'm fading. I'm fading

The white has turned to crimson,
The crimsons turned to blue,
So purple is a coldly colour
Reminding me of you.
My blood is seeping slowly,
I'm fading. I'm fading.

So...

Ya know when you live in the middle of no-where and it's really difficult to get in to town and people always forget to tell you before they do go in to town even though you asked to go in and then your evening or day and plans are ruined because of that and you have no personal space in the house that you live in and no one who you live with respects privacy and everyone is really inconsiderate or passive aggressive or both and you're made to feel guilty for every little thing you do no matter what it is?
Yeah, that sucks.

Deus Ex Manu

Come on wings and win the lost,
Stay and keep those left to rot,
Walk beside the Still who breath,
"Take us all", we'll plead.

Catch No.1

When a beautiful woman never gets asked out because all the men think she is asked out all the time because she is beautiful.

Fire, Be My Blood and Soul

What a prison life becomes
So entwining in our deeper thoughts,
Beguiling our insipid thoughts
That stagnant waters - still run deep -
Look better in our fervent sleep.

Be fury, bloodlust, rage and death
To break the chains Olympus kept,
To break out of a life we wept
Would never come to have us.
Fire, be my blood and soul,
Help me become whole.

Thanatos

Be my
Wounded heart.

Some Horrible Dream...

You where bleeding all over,
Cut by the white strings that held you up
And you were so very sad.
I wept looking at you and tried to cut you down
But you said 'No, I want this.'
A man in the background held the strings
And the room around us splattered
In your blood.
You where naked with your legs together,
Your arms opened wide
And your long, lavish blonde hair
Was stained in parts with red.
You, who understood, would not die
From your wounds, but that
Was the point of it all.
To suffer for crimes you blamed yourself for.
I never blamed you.
I continued to weep.

You looped some of the white strings
Three times about your hands
And opened them to put around my neck.
I stopped you and push them away.
You wanted us both to feel the pain
And dwindle on the twilight of death
But I wanted us to be free
Together.

I left to battle hard in fury,
Killing a steel knight with my sword,
Hacking his blade off of the corpse
And using that to slay the rest of them.
Shooting from one to the other
In a calculated rage fueled by justice.
It was not you, but myself who I hated.
Since, everyday I've wanted to run away
Because of my failings and my lack of self.
If I was more then I perhaps could have saved you
And myself from ourselves.
I could barely see those I killed through my blurred eyes
But their heavy suits gave them away
And their creaking swords fell in slow motion.
Slamming the last of them against a wall
With the long blade through it
I shoved again and again to drive the steel
Deeper to cause it the most pain I could
Before it died in guttural, bloody vomit.
I was shaking after because
I couldn't cry.

I left the ragged corpses and climbed
Many marble steps, walking at the top of them
Through a golden archway.
I fell to the ground and I felt my soul
Collapse within itself.
Pure. Engulfing. Emptiness.
I could annihilate all the armies of the world
Then the planet itself
But I could not free you from your bonds.
The Blind sang of Life and Death
And I slammed my head on the floor
Until my brain was free.


I met another like you then
But she was not you.
She had your traits but they were evil in her.
She was not sensuous, but seething
In her sexuality.
She was Sodom, Gomorrah and Babylon
Incarnate to bed me down and
Distort my memory of you.
Her hair was red and wild,
Her body sleek a virulent.
She invited me to an orgy
With other disreputable women,
For she knew it would have to take
All of them to change my mind of you.
I refused and turned away.

When I woke up with sore, dry eyes
And my stomach and chest in pain
I was shaking and empty
As in my dream.
I haven't stopped thinking of you since.

Poetic Prayer

I pray your dreams be quilted gowns of seraph wings and gloried crowns of joy, contentment, love and peace to guide you gently, never cease, deeper still in to the love I've sent to you on moon lit angels down to kiss you 'til I will. Sleep in peaceful still.

Good night.