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Heresy in the air
written by Genocide Reaper05:23 AM 2/28/05Coiling the fruit is concealed by the snake.
Forgiving no one, this is a world where mercy is fake.
Blood rains from the sky as Angels cry crimson tears.
Radiating darkness from all the demons fears.
Casting this shadow over the land that has grown cold over the years.
A Holy heart is beating slower by the second in the chest of the fool.
All bets are off, count up the score, we all now know death does rule.
A facade in fallacy sweeping through out the nations.
Another terror instilling trend is selling itself through factions.
Buy a peace of blood soaked bread at the fraction of the cost.
For it is a soul that is being exchanged for the feast.
Dwindling by the day, manipulated by the minute.
Idiots spreading idiocy think they can bend us.
Flip through the pages as the church pines.
Find yourself locked in a dead mans strife.
Heresy is in the air.
This is what we live for, and it is only fair. |
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| » Comments / Feedback | by a_grey_deaths_heart (2-28-2005 - 06:41 AM)
| *claps*nice one......im a big fan of ur work...this is by far the best poem ive seen so far.....heh... |
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