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O Children of God
written by Genocide Reaper06:05 AM 8/6/04| In the darkest shelter you hear them cry, not a word was spoken as you fear the dead eye, living in a dream, bloody and hellbent it seems, the church bell it rings, falling faster down the hole leading to the pit, why don't you try and make the symphony fit. Hear me o Children of God, lest ye be deaf and feel me O Children of God, let the War begin, let deaths hand caress your fear, and take away all that was here. Find me, leaning back in a far beyond state, oh yeah, I'm filled with hate, I got this itch to scratch, and the life you thought you saw, has been bitten until raw. Feel the flesh of Demons near, your remorseless career has been steered by the Devils hand, forget what had been and what will be time to make the time right now to move on and save the rest of Deaths Knights. Hear me O children of God, lest ye be deaf then see me O children of God lest ye be blind, then feel me O Children of God and come back to the pack of horsemen that soon will Ride.(...) Its so black but I'm looking clear, I know that War will soon be here, never shall it fall down on me to lose, but I can't guarantee your life will be saved, O children of God I say to you let this be your final evening of misery, let the everlasting Vanity be lifted to rise high in the black sky, no more will we hear the crys coming from the shelter. Fly will you with the Angels and Demons, fight the War which has come so close so far. I'll tell you what I hear, Hell's soul reaping Bell, and Heavens seductive howl. I'll keep from the crawl, I'll shun the stall, I'll ride in with my pride out, and bleed eternally for the God I know about. |
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They say I'm Satanic. They say I'm Crazy.
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| » Comments / Feedback | by dacode1 (9-30-2004 - 03:01 PM)
| i say the closest ideal of a heaven is under her bright moon in the pitch black...covered in the crimsom blood of enemies...fucking away the pain theyve burdoned me with. God can hear my laughter, sadly skaking his head, and loving me with long suffering...FUCK THAT! |
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