These inner Entities
Dirge for hope
Blood curdling screams
Crimson Utopia
Riding enigma
In the cleansing
Of my very own sanity
Ah, Death, Sweet Salvation
Creative bittersweet divine
In the cataclysm
Of my own design
As the lights dim
And a dark epiphany forms grotesque imageries
Spirits enslaved
From an early grave
Harboring such regret
Empowering this perishing soul
Cohesive in the dire
Of a misery Secularly famishing
Biographic myths
Oh, And then the skies reign blood
The Clouds cry out
For the slaughter of all mankind
Cleansing the wicked and righteous
Helping the environment adapt
Through toxic chaos
My Faith circumvents
This imagination grows diligently
Death becomes my religion
And the world becomes my own personal demise
Welcome to the new world order
Known as my mind
Written By,
James Darwin Smith II
7/9/10
Friday, July 9, 2010
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