The Rapture
the eyes of preist staring into sin,,
into my mind and sanity,,
tearing me apart with blood on their hands,,
the eyes of sin,, looking into one's soul,,
the knowledge of death may hold
a tearing into a hate,,
without a reason.,,
in my eyes,,weary in season
I am a shadow in the night,, walking toward the light
God in Heaven,,my only friend
this journy is never to end,,
this path of thought,,nothing is ever sacred
into the reasons that the strange eons that death may die,,
a black shape -- shares a faith,,a darkness that remains,,
all that is left to be,, a rapture,, that is left behind,,
~N. Albert
Blind
The ritual they embrace
dead souls shall awaken
the soul that one has pawned
to be a demon's slave
they will live the life
full of hate, the choice is their fate
blind to what is the truth
always told what to do
for they spit in the face of the one
with thy saving saving grace
a lie they obey,,
all they leave behind
the thing that feeds their head for a lie.
the teacher's words all that remains,,
blind in a shadow of a lie
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