Poetry
I was somewhat inspired (if you can call it that) by leahslife Poetry entry, that I decided to write a special one for those of my fans.
When injustice reigns Supreme/
and God is dead in the heart of Man/
To whom will the masses Cling/
when the Lord lays down his Hand/
Verily, I say unto you, disciples of Death/
Judgement Day is coming in all of your Morbid Glory/
Merrily, I enjoy the coming of thy last Breath/
those who hearken to me, saved from this Sordid Story/
Rise and march to the battlefield will I serve my comrade and Brother/
To scorch and burn of those who threaten my dear Dad and Mother/
I will ride on a steed of Light, to Fight, and rid the world of Despair/
As certainly with Just, Might, and Right, doth grace Maidens of Fair/
For I am the heir, of the almighty Kingdom Above/
To Preach against evil, and to Teach about Love/
for Toleration and Vindication for those who have conquered and Slain/
for not in Condemnation of those who have brought nothing but Pain/
For their day will come/
and it's not the right of Man to deal with Inferiority/
in the hearts of some/
with diligence I will execute a Plan of Superiority/
And those who wait upon me with Anticipation/
Will soon realize the Rise of a New Nation/
Throngs will acknowledge their Savior in Repentence/
and so thus ends this poem with Favor in this Sentence/
How do you like it? I could have probably written pages upon pages of Noble Deeds, and White Knights upon Steeds - but I saved you all of that mentally challenging hardship you would face in comprehending such Truth in it's magnamity.
Peace be with you,
and all for The Cause,
save me the Applause,
sincerely,
Chris
When injustice reigns Supreme/
and God is dead in the heart of Man/
To whom will the masses Cling/
when the Lord lays down his Hand/
Verily, I say unto you, disciples of Death/
Judgement Day is coming in all of your Morbid Glory/
Merrily, I enjoy the coming of thy last Breath/
those who hearken to me, saved from this Sordid Story/
Rise and march to the battlefield will I serve my comrade and Brother/
To scorch and burn of those who threaten my dear Dad and Mother/
I will ride on a steed of Light, to Fight, and rid the world of Despair/
As certainly with Just, Might, and Right, doth grace Maidens of Fair/
For I am the heir, of the almighty Kingdom Above/
To Preach against evil, and to Teach about Love/
for Toleration and Vindication for those who have conquered and Slain/
for not in Condemnation of those who have brought nothing but Pain/
For their day will come/
and it's not the right of Man to deal with Inferiority/
in the hearts of some/
with diligence I will execute a Plan of Superiority/
And those who wait upon me with Anticipation/
Will soon realize the Rise of a New Nation/
Throngs will acknowledge their Savior in Repentence/
and so thus ends this poem with Favor in this Sentence/
How do you like it? I could have probably written pages upon pages of Noble Deeds, and White Knights upon Steeds - but I saved you all of that mentally challenging hardship you would face in comprehending such Truth in it's magnamity.
Peace be with you,
and all for The Cause,
save me the Applause,
sincerely,
Chris