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Message to the AbsorbedMessage to the Absorbed
By John Temple
No more! No more I will shout to you! No more shall my words be squandered for the simple treat of your interest: and no more shall I strive to achieve your acknowledgement. Shunted and shadowed by your spotted and inconstant correlation to society: under the monolith that is your obsession, and behind the walls of your reckless procreation!
It is ignorant, and childish: your mindless affinity for these trivial and ridiculous games, how oft do you even chance the game of life? How oft do you think in that vapid intercourse that is your fractured train of thought, and consider the lives of those around you: and how often does it dissolve at the midst of your progression in pseudo-rank!?
You shall hear no more of my trials, or of my day: and if you ask again, I shall not say.
By John Temple
His heart had faded day and night,
In his hopeless abode;
The world emits a vista so blight
Over all of the years below.
The levee of the sky has lastly broken,
His despondent stars ablaze;
Releasing thus dread left unspoken,
And the misery he lives all his days!
Resonance of InsectsResonance of Insects
By John Temple
Within the stone walled dwelling
Set forth the sound,
Of screaming insects telling
Strangest words profound;
In the wake of black river skies,
The world gives sway;
Sinking in the strident cries,
Of Azif and dismay;
And woe to the man who adheres to what insects will say.
In the amber fields growing
Far from the city walls,
The field of insects moaning,
Before the moon falls;
In the coverlet of innocence
As the nightly begins to bend,
Humanity slept with ignorance
"Sleep well to the bitter end."
And beyond the rose garden ground, rising smoke of death surround.
In those hours before the dawn
Upon their faces cinder,
Open mouths scream of a new eon
The spark of September;
Sweet melodies of horror crescendo
Anthem of the Abyss;
As Azif comes with nightmarish innuendo
Obscured in winter mist;
It is this dream th
Feuer des KriegesSiehst wie das Feuer rennt?
Die alles, alles niederbrennt?
Gehoben in finstre Nacht
Die aus Kindern Waisen macht?
Gellend im roten Meer
Keine Rettung bringt das Heer.
Sinnend auf Rache
Eine Stadt auf den Knien
Erhebt sich schwarzer Drache
Siehst du seinen Flug?
Sind seine Schwingen schnell genug?
Der nächste Morgen naht
Wer wird jetzt noch kommen?
Wer ist dem Verrat entronnen?
Eine Gestalt im Morgengrauen
Schwarze Rüstung in rauem Wind
Geweckter, der die Wende bringt...?
THE KEY (REVELATION)Near the moon were dream hold hopes
Between the dark, limbo and souls
There is a key hidden in the mist
A key that holds the secret
Secrets that have been untold
About the life of such humanity
Humanity that has broke
Blood is coming out of it
As the pain in the world has overcome
No one can nurture the sin
No one can feel the pain in it.
It has been told that this key is the only
That can change this madness revolution
Of insane feelings
Of unconscious thoughts
Of ill hearts and sinful souls
There is no humanity anymore
Not animals, just revenge.
And the key keeps bleeding on
Where are the hearts, the love the faith?
There are just people
That have drown over the edge
There is no faith no sorrow
Only lies and broken ties
There is no vision of tomorrow
No complement to the motion
Humanity walking thought the fire
Taking baths in the blood of the innocents found hidden
Speaking tongues of lies that are in comprehensive
AND THE KEY CRIES…
Where is the heart, the faith and the hope?
NightmaresYou try to be strong
When your friends are gone
I know your pain
As you drown in the rain
Hear your screaming
It's like I'm dreaming
But this dream turned into a nightmare
I hear your begging
I hear your crying
As I see your blood flying
A knife in your back
Your mind out of whack
I know who did this to you
.... It was me, all along.
Why use fire when you can use time?You suspected fire and pain
When you arrived at this place
When that dead eyed man took you away
When you turned to yell at your kids
you thouge that all the bad you done
Was coming back to beat you to your knees
No this place is punishment enouge
for there is nothing for you here
You can blame others, but
Who is there to blame
Look around do you see anyone
Anything? no theres just endless gray dust
If you want to find somone
You can walk all you want
Thers probly a soul in the next
24'000 milies if your lucky
Time turns all things
Even Hatred, Greed and Hope will all
Wither into this Dust and Ash landscape
We just don't got the hart to hate.
aph Bestialski monolog- Oj, tak, TAK!!!
Niechaj brat z bratankiem walczy, o to gdzie zamieszkać chce.
Mi jest nawet to na rękę, bo pryncypał mnie ozłoci.
Niechaj cierpią ludzie prości i nie tylko przez me czyny.
Import, eksport też wam zniszczę, no bo kto mi śmie zabronić.
Jestem bestią, jestem klęską, skaczę po płonących dachach.
Niech mnie złapie, kto człek sprytny i zakuje wnet w kajdany.
Znowuż ognia swąd wyczuwam.
Nagle seria z karabinu.
Gdzieś tam skrycie dziecko padło, przygniecione domu gruzem.
Nikt mu zatem nie pomoże, bo i po co brudzić dłonie.
Zamilcz kmiocie głupi, trwożny i podziwiaj moje dzieło.
Freski krwi na ścianach obór oraz z kości takielunki.
Och, jak ja uwielbiam rzezie, a na imię mi jest WOJNA.
The Tall ManHe lives in a dark forest
He is taller than any normal tree
His arms is more than two
He wears a black suit, dark as night
He is an entity that abducts children
He has a blank face
No eyes but can watch
No mouth but can eat
No ears but can hear
Dont look back
For he takes you
In a place for an endless pain
He listens your soul as you scream
He is always watching......
Muffin manMuffin Man
I pray that my name is never found
Shadowed under this brooding ground,
In tempest of lost sight and sound,
What the ignorant share;
In this oblivion, I see the world break,
The oceans dry, and the mountains quake,
Dark tremors that beget dead awake,
To see the ominous flare.
Now as the tide comes never trodden,
Carrying souls dreams and forgotten,
Through a coppice of bone-trees rotten,
I feel all that there is to see;
Where the dead were once dreaming,
Where the living once stood screaming,
All in my ears there madness is beating
As I am carried to sea.
Witness now my madness dreaming,
Of worlds apart, so beautiful seeming,
The endless rhyme with children singing,
As we know that children can;
You will know my legend after the rain,
Hath exposed the world that I stain,
With sweetness the innocent exclaim,
Do you know the muffin man?
ReflectionsVal's pursuit led him to the foul beast's domain. The hollowed-out cavern reeked of blood and rancid meat. The dim light he had seen as he charged through the tunnel after the monster could now be identified: torches. Rows of mysteriously lit torches lined the walls of the huge cave. At its center was a substantially large labyrinth of mirrors.
He spotted the beast entering.
He spun his silver broadsword in his hand and hurried in behind it.
His garb was a simple blue and white crusader's leather with thick armored pads and reinforcing steel studs. Lightweight and flexible, but quite effective defense against blunt blows and – in a pinch – the slashing claws of the unholy spawn of the earth. All monster-hunters wore a similar variety in Val's experience. It would serve him well in these close quarters of the mirrored maze.
Right, left, forward, left, right he turned, always catching a glimpse of the beast's tail as he wove his way through the corridors. Every so often he sp
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