«Restitutions» de la Rébellion

I see the wars in the world today,
to me it's nothing new.

In all the prejudice you have to pay,
more close attention to.

What your leaders are trying to accomplish,
and where that power leads them to.

Cause in the end we're only humans,
but you can't always use it as an excuse.

Excuse my mind, Excuse my temper.
&Throughout time, so that you'd remember.

What's right from wrong,
Look how far we've drawn.
Further from that desert.

Yet still stranded we seem to this day.
It was a walk to remember.

Yaa
But at last our memories fade away, Oh Lord!
I can this feeling that something is about to happen.
Maybe in just a few years time.
Oh we'll be living another rapture.

From dark to light, the truth will shine again.
The darker the times, it'll easy your mind for them.
Hoorah..!

Song of the Great Whale

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.

Morphose.Katastrophe

indecision was all that grasped my attention, so
far as my lids stay opened behind the mirror of fortune.
I could only see.

Heard nothing as the banter of a silent room growled in my
temple, massaging the epicenter of her own voice. mother.
Where have you been all my life.

Quest for the children of valor, none of which had rights to bare.
They chose to show their love in the form of fear, right from wrong;
What an illusion it must be for you to see me, mounted on pedestal.

Posed in a daze of these purple hazes blown from side to side
Wallowed the the hollow of the trundle tree, blessed it may have been.
I tried preying even for something like a forgiving tone in the ether, beg
if you may, it said there was nothing in my head to be found.
so there i stayed..
With a declining whimper.

Obviously, i said i can't. no longer do I have have that quaint sensation.
A mist a moth, ignite into black flame and spread like wild weeds. there
again, may that purple should be violent, proper proper if you thieve to name it.
Plucked from the sea of my own vanity, the colors of light, ash, oblique to all else.