I am Black
I am the flag
I come not from a pack
Albeit I may look like it
I am from the back
The back of Pangaea
I am black blooded
Just like they are warm-blooded
I have been told I can't,won't,couldn't.
Being told I can't moments I cherish
For I know those moments shall perish
I am a black seed incepting into radish
I can, I can, I can, I can and I will and I Shall
Do anything if I want to
...ANYTHING
I am my greatest enemy
And yet I am the whole army
I am black,fearless and strong
But mostly I am black
I wait not for donations
I donate,I am ambitious
They are bishops,castles,Queens and Kings
And I? In this world I am born
To be the black ****
They say stalemate
I say checkmate
Categories:
incepting, art,
Form: Epic
Warmth contained in the liquidity,
Breaking out of its vessel and bleed,
Painted with the Red of Life,
The Yang breathing inside this Yin,
Is but the child born due to this Fire,
Even salvation is satanic, for it is a desire.
Inhaling every negation as its Oxygen,
Setting this materialist soul on the flames,
Efforts to redeem the sins buried in sands,
Or one may call it by other fancy names,
But the tag hides an evil body in Sagacious attire,
Even salvation is satanic, for it is a desire.
To be demanding is a curse, with bounds,
As limited is the seed for incepting dreams,
Then to give away your desires to fulfill others;
Is like angels lending hands to devils; or as it seems,
One dream turned into reality; mentors another to aspire,
Even salvation is satanic, for it is a desire.
So rather let this human feel this earthly quest,
And on urges, let this mortal monster be fed,
In contrast of dualities; lies the meaning of good,
And without a demon, what good a good is instead?
The path of destruction is thus what I admire,
As even salvation is satanic, for it is a desire.
Categories:
incepting, death, introspection, life, philosophy,
Form: Rhyme