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Deth Follows The Reaper
written by maledeth07:39 AM 12/18/04Can you hear the cries, King?
Listen to them....They yearn for their last seconds...
They're gruesome death.
I peer out through the mirrors.
I peer out through the glass.
They covet for the catafalque, shattered is the mass.
Observing from the belfries, The reaper deals in me.
To deliver out the end, for the ones on filthy knees.
I!
I shall be etched with the scythe!
I shall forever mark the dead with the stigma of the weak.
In eternal sleep they rest, through grotesque damnation and demand!
I am the shadow of pernicious evil, as he regns supreme.
Letting hell out by handing out the blinding light. His name is Reaper.
Lest we speak of the foul incisions we commit to.
As the blood is spattered grey, the clouds weep red.
To curse the weak in strength and vigor.
He is Misanthropy in robe.
He is king...
I am Deth.
A little moon for the graven devastation that have filled our bloody quota.
To scream perversions to the highest of the gods!
Bodies mutilated to strum our hordes of lust and the sinew of the fucked.
As we revel in flesh of societies lost!
I am darkness...
He deals me with many and the many are powerless.
Worthless as numbers can make, statisic birth. The total amounts the sky.
He shall never surrender....and I will never stop.
To none, we are shadowed silence.
To all, we are eternal.
The Reaper grants Deth. |
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Author's footnotes and comments on this Poem:
Dedicated to Genocide Reaper.....My first Bow to a man so pernicious with words. He is truly one of the best...no doubt about that. But he has brought out a lot in me.....thanks to he..maybe i can get somewhere in this fucking site. One bow for the King....one kneel for his poetic extremity.
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