That creature of misfortune.
how fortunate for it, its will
may surpass the memories
of the once prominent love
of gazing onto the name of
destruction. foreboding, that
melodic stir of the deep. beneath
my feet a tremendous force, igniting
stone to sunder. wave after wave, we
reply with our insolent futilely prepared
query, a cry for help guided by a disillusion
that compassion of mercy exists within such
mountainous terror. Look onto they eye, and
reflect the mighty eclipse of you. Your moment
is temporary, and you light is dimming as mine
will forge on for just a few more moments. who
can experience immense suffering without hatred.
Yet you retain love like the pure libation, the sustainer of life.
Like dust in the wind we blow,
clinging to misfortune although misery is the savior of all.
Floating past windows of opportunity with a short smile of the eyes,
as this has been and we have sanctimoniously fashion or bodies as merely
voiceless vessels for light to permeate.
a dream of who will stand and who will fall,
and who will be carried on the back of the beast.
Oh ye who has spouted golden lies and omitted betrayals beyond the stars recognition.
Look on to me, for i march the beat of a different drum.
I answer not to the tole of your victims, infants.
A brand of justice of which the tenacity of the blade wield by it
induce tears of rube hue, and frees one to envision the whole spectrum of darkness.
low and behold the demise of terrine on this day.