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Your lips are blue
Your heart is black
You are my sin
My crooked back
You are the poor
You are the prevalent
You are my headache
And all that's malevolent
You are a chill
An icy breath
You are my sickness
The kiss of death
Your heart is black
You are my sin
My crooked back
You are the poor
You are the prevalent
You are my headache
And all that's malevolent
You are a chill
An icy breath
You are my sickness
The kiss of death
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Terror of the Red World
Terror of the Red World:
When we first came to conquer Mars
We uncovered a darkness sealed in stone.
For endless years it waited here
On the world that we would call our own.
Through the darkest days the evil festered
Becoming a womb where the demons spawned...
And by the time we learned of them;
We were forced to greet a bloody dawn.
Men and structures
Torn apart.
Corpses lay
Like foetid art...
A horrid chant
Resounded still.
On chilling winds
That broke our will...
Awaken, Awaken, Awaken, Awaken
She who sleeps beneath the sand.
Awaken, AWaken, Awaken, Awaken
Queen who was made to rule this land.
Awaken, Awaken, Awaken,
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Our Word is Sacred
Our Word is Sacred:
We have struggled against the chains of fate
We've lived our lives on the edge of hate.
Oppressed by the taunting of the foolish and blind;
It is time we stood and responded in kind.
No more can we sit here, content with our place;
Else by apathy alone we shall be erased!
Our work is like a candle, a small one at best;
It is quickly snuffed by a single breath...
For too long have we accepted, the concept of equality;
Whilst simply accepting the crumbs of poverty.
Our people go unheeded, as madmen and sloths;
The "cultured" eat like kings, while we are fed with broth...
To create these verses, it takes a lot of
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Eternal Life [Remix]
Eternal Life [Remix]:
We are creatures of mortality
Born to live and die.
Yet there are those amongst us
Who resent the last goodbye.
They see it as an end to things;
The call of colder waves.
They have a fear of being trapped;
Locked away in graves.
But deep beneath the buried earth
No one hears you scream.
Pound and smash against the coffin;
End this horrid dream!
Kiss the flower of the reaper
Bear his blissful touch...
Soon you will be wisked away
Warm within his clutch!
But now you know the dreaded fear
Of why we cannot die.
We hear the reaper calling us
That we cannot lie.
In both our dreams and waking nights;
We se
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I feel that I've been posting some depressing stuff lately I assure you that I am not depressed, in fact, I am quite happy I am generally a very happy person, not quite an optimist, but I see the worth of my life and what God has given me and am absolutely ready to go forth and seize the day. Yeah, I'm a seize the day kinda person.
But, of course, there is no ignoring the evil seen in the world. I have had times where I feel like I'm not even in control of myself, as if when I look in the mirror there are two different people; myself, and. . .
Anyway, just as the Bible says I believe(and have experienced) that the human heart is utterly wicked, corrupt, evil, and depraved. There may or may not be a poem about that later
~
There I go sounding depressed and evil again. . . Despair not! For I have overcome my trials
~.
Thanks!
~.~
XoXo,
Melody Pond
But, of course, there is no ignoring the evil seen in the world. I have had times where I feel like I'm not even in control of myself, as if when I look in the mirror there are two different people; myself, and. . .
Anyway, just as the Bible says I believe(and have experienced) that the human heart is utterly wicked, corrupt, evil, and depraved. There may or may not be a poem about that later
~
There I go sounding depressed and evil again. . . Despair not! For I have overcome my trials
~.
Thanks!
~.~
XoXo,
Melody Pond
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First off, love the signature and the icon. Secondly...although the rhyme works well in the first verse, I fell like it's a real struggle for you to maintain it in the second, and that really takes away from the piece. That being said, I love the image of the crooked back - new, true, and very you, all important things in poetry.