Black Poetry : Immortality

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  1. LyricalOasis

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    Immortality

    This is the end,
    all is well, I will live,
    I can still breath but will this breath of life last,
    Without the source that makes it respire,
    Without the reason to clash.
    As Hell boils to the surface of my skin,
    I melt, I deserve Satan's Calamities.
    Death is near to me in the middle of the night.
    I kill all my security.
    Death is near to the heart, to the core.
    I swallow all potions to cause the death of my sins.
    My eyes are black, this heart will forever freeze.
    All is lost in reality as I am deceased.
    This is the end,
    Toxins will contaminate my veins and dry my blood.
    Leeches will suck my blood and these rivers of tears will flood.
    I will lay here across this muddy road,
    and allow every cell to drain out into kegs.
    This ax in my right hand will sever my right leg.
    This syringe I hold is puncturing these eyes and ears.
    For me to see no evil,
    For me to hear no evil.
    To see no life,
    To hear no one not even God.
    I disregard all reason to survive,
    I am suffering and drowning in my own strife.
    This is the end,
    Our highness has spoken with his white staff,
    He is lifting it to thy face,
    With the slightest budge I can be demolished by this God.
    In the end, I will lower my head in my own disgrace.
    In the end, all is well with my head that has been desecrated.
    In the end, the golden road I was suppose to strode upon, is soaked with chastity
    of the people of Babylon City.
    Fingernails scratch brick walls in their suffering,
    Death is near,
    Death is feared,
    Twelve, seven, twelve, seven
    Six, six, six
    I realize hell is in me,
    Lucifer has escaped through my pores.
    Twelve, seven, twelve, seven
    Six, six, six
    The prophets we hear are false
    Everything we considered Paradise is lost.
    Twelve months we waste,
    Seven angels who come today,
    Twelve hours of the day without God's taste,
    Seven churches of Christ.
    Six, Six, Six . . . Death is In the end.

    Nymphy
    ~Soley One~
    October 2003
     
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    $$RICH$$ Lyon King Admin. STAFF

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    well pose'd
    in the end six six six
    tyte drop
     
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    MzBlkAngel Well-Known Member MEMBER

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    nice srcibe...enjoyed the read... :angel1:
     
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