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Destiny Demands A Helping Hand

In the hearts of the young to the old within every wondering soul, a spirit both bold and cold When the sins of our past become the future’s task destiny demeans, demons feeding of our children’s dreams Like the sting from winter’s lash the buzzing flies of our dirty deeds now stinking trash With theContinue reading “Destiny Demands A Helping Hand”

The Calamity Of Disregarding Humanity

The Cry Of The Crow

The cruelty of crisis crows fanciful fairy tales and foes thy impulse! imaginary illusions improvised conclusions. The dramatic deeds dreading detection in my reflections familiar myths mask confusion my unfounded resolution. My nemesis narrations, oracle distorting stable foundations a poisonous plot, conspirators draw lots! delusional I’m not. In awe of the beauty in this beastContinue reading “The Cry Of The Crow”

Evil Lust Cold! The Devil’s Hold

So come let us drink to the doomed souls of foolish men your chastity I’ll consume, my fathers seed in your womb. The dread before the deed, crisis cruelty conjure my needs Yes! a beast will feast in disbelief, idyllic beauty will cease. Hear howls in cries running cold, then what about the crows hollowContinue reading “Evil Lust Cold! The Devil’s Hold”

Grief Along Is Wrong

How do you seek relief from a bleak bouquet of burden grasping from this engulfing internal strife with despair. incoherent this anguish tender kiss upon agony we fear exhaustion disillusion! distracted conclusion, grief is clear. Mourning merciful memories before the nightmares numb a reconciliation of recollections leaving us only with crumbs Poignant is those preoccupations,Continue reading “Grief Along Is Wrong”

Can’t Win Standing Still Again

Sandymancans Quote “Failure is not a lost! it’s just apart of the cost! when taking actions within your plans, ensures that you get a shot at the win, and that will never end until you start standing still again.”

Which Will It Be

The fear of death docile fools guilty leading the unwilling pressing pleads of the hateful it’s discreet yet still reviling Their dishonesty this disdainful demise roots of the tree compulsively combative over the things they refuse to see The falseness of their faithful famously callous before thee shall you not see when the dejected becomeContinue reading “Which Will It Be”