A mountain can turn to dust,
Just as a heart can turn to coal.
With my self as the timber,
And your lies as the fire,
We will paint this canvas.
Place the mask over that which you hope to disguise.
Cover it with black,
and black,
and black,
and black.
Leave no white for it is your non existence,
A statement against unity.
April 16, 2009
I am so insignificant,
In this steel coffin built of metal,
and bolts,
and hate,
and uncertainty.
Bury me deep.
A tiny morsel amongst mountains of dirt.
Give me a window. My constant reminder of a
Never ending silence.
Give me a door, it's grainy texture
Painted red.
So that when I resurface, I may exit.
Only upon leaving such a depth does one realize.
You can never go home again,
You can never go home again.
In this steel coffin built of metal,
and bolts,
and hate,
and uncertainty.
Bury me deep.
A tiny morsel amongst mountains of dirt.
Give me a window. My constant reminder of a
Never ending silence.
Give me a door, it's grainy texture
Painted red.
So that when I resurface, I may exit.
Only upon leaving such a depth does one realize.
You can never go home again,
You can never go home again.
February 01, 2009
2006
In your hands, I commit my soul
Release the grip of death on my life
Sweet anointing, flood your waters
Unleash the dam of my heart
Reach within the depths of those treacherous waters
Thrust your power upon the damage done
Crush these imperfections
Put the deadness to rest
Arise, evoke, waken my soul
Lay me in the miry clay
Restore my inner being
Hot iron upon the flesh
Brand me in the name of He
He who died and rose again
The sears in his wrists impressed upon my own
Blood seeping down my face
The warmth upon my cheeks
The warmth of your sacrifice
It is Done.
Release the grip of death on my life
Sweet anointing, flood your waters
Unleash the dam of my heart
Reach within the depths of those treacherous waters
Thrust your power upon the damage done
Crush these imperfections
Put the deadness to rest
Arise, evoke, waken my soul
Lay me in the miry clay
Restore my inner being
Hot iron upon the flesh
Brand me in the name of He
He who died and rose again
The sears in his wrists impressed upon my own
Blood seeping down my face
The warmth upon my cheeks
The warmth of your sacrifice
It is Done.
January 31, 2009
System of Empty Promises (I Exist)
I'll guide you towards the light
Of the chosen, truly pure
A place where rotten ideas roam free
With imprisonment inside a system of empty promises
Ten ideals broken for all to see
Depend on nothing
The truth is free
Unveil the cover up
Welcome only open minds
Let self reign self
and kneel to no master
through sheer defiance
is the abolishment of deceit
defy hear say and spoken mistruth
towards the answers to lies forever told
let us reveal the skeltons that
their system has been hiding from us for centuries
show the world the light on this hidden path
to a society that above ground has killed
and slaughtered more men than
we could ever save from conversion
Of the chosen, truly pure
A place where rotten ideas roam free
With imprisonment inside a system of empty promises
Ten ideals broken for all to see
Depend on nothing
The truth is free
Unveil the cover up
Welcome only open minds
Let self reign self
and kneel to no master
through sheer defiance
is the abolishment of deceit
defy hear say and spoken mistruth
towards the answers to lies forever told
let us reveal the skeltons that
their system has been hiding from us for centuries
show the world the light on this hidden path
to a society that above ground has killed
and slaughtered more men than
we could ever save from conversion
January 23, 2009
Stained.
Every time I think of you
I remember who I used to be
Never again will I be that person
Never again will I be so free.
I remember who I used to be
Never again will I be that person
Never again will I be so free.
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