Fate splash your chcken gut on me
open these gates
These confessions
the uneasy truth that must come
the hidden filler now to be confessed
To be offered up
doors thrown open
what was waiting behind exposed
So fate splash youself over
purify your blend
Send in the truth
The original blade that wounded
Now a blunt relic treasure
splashed with rust
Unexplainable
send in the truth
See you at my door, curses sliding in
Not one lands i convert them entirely
Bring them forth like sacrifices
Pieces of the shadow
screams into the nothingness
Don't stand and intimidate
Come into these words
The injured balck cat possessed
The passing darkness
Curious entity
Stuck there body in the wall
Silent lamentations
Dark presence come into these words
I've called you out
For you have a purpose
You will stand a phantom sentry
Pour your coldness out
Work your years of misery with the night
Haunt those that oppose the will
Feed off the embedded voices of the walls
You didn't know this but I have an echo
Sometimes even stronger than my own voice
It whispers afterward outward at a complacent world
It brings life and color to the blind
Verily an echo with a voice sweeter than mine
That blocks the world's ugly voices
And shapes my reign to come
My love is for truth
Strength wary
Tearing out my lust
Not bleeding to death here on the earth
They deny me the grace of a fancy afterlife
So I rove with my echo inside the minds of these eternal readers
Coloring the force of our shared voice
Others within awaken as they see
As they hear... And they will see...
Yes an echo through the valley here
over the dying empires to my North
Strength wary
Tearing out my lust, I am bleeding half to death!
Verily an echo reverberating over the surface of neglected midnight
The sigils of dawn are drawn and glow in blinding darkness
And all there is, is the echo
all the way into the forbidden light of day
I can feel you out there past the border, the limits.
You wait out there and worship me for some reason.
Am I your Magus? your indistinct light bringer?
Your will to follow me, hidden in the deep changeable chasms of your psyche.
Am I not just random? Not just a piece of fiction dreamed up...
to combat a difficult day behind those crinkled brows of yours,
that call me down from my hilltop throne?
Well no, you've seen my words pass over the earth,
like I myself used to back in the day.
Silent and invisible, unseen even.
You wait out there in your places.
You seem to want to seek me.
The answers I give you might shock you.
Turn your stomach and make you question your loyalty to me.
Inevitably you'll see as you disappear and sink back into your mundane existence,
that I forked the truth.
Like the snake tongue,
Like my finger running along those hundred scales.
Hell like my stomach growling with the snake's twelve hungers.
And lets go now to your hunger!
I Placed the fork in your mouth with the food on it,
the food you begged for,
without penetrating soft skin!
Didn't I?
No more, no less.
Yet painted with the colors of a demon, I am!!!!
If this was sustenance to you,
surely you wait by the fence,
where the rest of the cattle dare not go, Why do you dare?
You wait there to get a better view of me.
A better view of the creature or the so called magus some of you out there call me,
Where the grass is out of reach, plenty, long and juicy.
The onlookers starve from the eyes as is the way of their personal purgatories.
Running through them like an ebola.
Yet none of us here on this side of the fence, feast on that grass.
My kind creates the cities of light, the spiritual cement.
The progression of the ultimate dreams.
The physical greatnesses where one leaves the earth knowing they have had their fill...
And given it too.
You see shadows pouring out of my lair, so you dub me evil
You see the world hang upside before it inverts into it's perfect order,
so dub me the catastrophic.
The barbwire keeps you in,
But I have made a hole big enough for you and the ignored ones.
So that you may mosey on over into this reality,
before they sew it up with their low carbon steel.
Then you can stand before me and look me in the eye.
Share your truth and pledge yourself to mine.
For truth is all I want from you.
The arousing crushing truth.
The hidden fate line
Four witches sit infront of me and invite me to play
One mute, One petite, one deaf, and one destiny placed
Their card game is performed with straw and calm
Dealing several cards onto my palm
Sprig of wheat settles as moon pulls tides
In the palm of my hand parallel to the sun line
On hand skin where the fate line hides
They deal the cards out eyes lying
Strangely expecting me to accept every one
These hands collect but radiate the heat of sun
Deny the night it's cool alleviation
Deny the cards open intrepretation
They have me seated here far from the fields and fences
These hands of mine make me alien In their presence,
In lantern light, one pale, one freckled, one dark, one tanned
Each witch distributes the cards like fingers on a hand
Am I just the mount of venus?
A tadpole of the cosmos?
Or the gargantuan toad!
I handle the midnight farm.
We stood by the stream
Certain areas of the banks featured piled up rubbish
The water was clean enough
I had to see through her
Through the river
Through the woman
It was clogged with an aquatic plant
Exactly like long hair anchored on the riverbed
experiencing the flow of the river
Its varying tones of made it seem like-
Every strand was unique
Each one living it's own version
