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Media frenzies gather pace
Camera's focused on our skies
The slightest move by these crafts
Always takes us by surprise
Nations are asking questions
As to why we face these crafts
Confusion meets their replies
For once they cannot draft
More than a week now has passed
Still they hover through the clouds
Daily life is not the same
Even thoughts are heard out loud
The world awoke one morning
For above these crafts already here
Floating cities in the sky
Perfectly round massive spheres
They must be here for a reason
For the crafts below now descend
Billions of people await transfixed
Is this the beginning of our end
The ship above the Piedras Negras
Now hovers over the Mayan Temple
Silver slide doors open to ajar
The waiting media stand so still
What we call a droid appears in view
It's as if climbing down the steps
Where many have walked to their death
To compensate their godly depth
At the relocated sacrifice alter
A cylinder it appears to leave
It now ascends the steps
What now are we led to believe
Upon the reaching of the cylinder
It opens before it's touched
A scroll is revealed inside
Now in the Governments clutch
The world is now in conference
For the scroll is about to be read
Billions await the news
Religious followers pray in dread
Our year is finally upon you
Many centuries you have had to comply
The warning was in our calender
No more time you have to defy
No sooner had their message been read
They had disappeared from our skies
Their threat, had it all been a warning
Do we humans cheer, or do we despise
The end of the year now approaches
Past events are still in our thoughts
2013 is just around the corner
Is this a lesson, we've just been taught
NASA reports that the shuttle Discovery
Has emerged from the dark side of the moon
Having being hidden from our past events
They are looking to come home real soon
Reports are coming in from Antarctica
The skies turning a deep cobalt blue
Above the Discovery witnesses
Five explosions in sporadic view
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The humble little troll,
Walk's about going to and fro !
Yet there is still a thing you ought to know/
Where at times very patient to most,
As if some lost seagull is on a flighted coast !
Now let the truth be told/
It's quite a blessing to get kicked in the dust,
Within a 16th century world in a rush !
Now over the village now,
A lonely famer sits beside his plough/
A slight mist to a mellow hush !
A clear crescent clamor dew/
Yet who knew ?
This old world would be in for perilous times !
Falling for ill but yet faded chimes ?
With King's and Queens/
Making a Court Jester go totally crazy !
Maiden Mariam got a little bit lazy ?
Still within this vast kingdom/
There is still much more madness !
A queen turned from God/
From glad to sadness ?
Their clear motive was a sudden rebellion !
An angry troll became a bit perplexed,
No mention of there being any massacres/
A king and queesn to set the pace,
Brought on the abrubt silence amidst the place !
Torn !
That kingdom still stands amidst a perverted plan,
Twisted heals with basking blue velvet heals !
Strong yet being pulled up by he roots ?
The castle at night was frozen in time !
Being filled with a unique slendor/
With lush wisdom being filled in a moderate decadence/
Handsome carriages alone filled in cobblestone streets,
In the distance,
A flutist in full ceremonial garb/
Hence, the opened door !
To a much far away place to reach/
Simply put the land of nothing more !
Ye men of ole/
A chalice dancer escapes the smug of the mirage/
In imagination,
Brought about a hindsight to a magical kingdom !
Through much anticipated but practiced wisdom,
It's magic urb approaches/
To tell us our radiant but distant future !
Their is no time left trap in a world of no existing.
As I try overcome my fears I continue
to be lower into the darkness.
A world of evil that has no understanding
It seems like the devil knows my every move.
I have created an evil spirit.
A phantom that keeps plucking at my flesh eating away my soul.
I find myself at the crossroad figuring out which way to go
No left or right turns.
The only way out is up the road or down unless I choose to stay.
I dream this world being perfect at one time
Without one living soul on earth.
How beautiful was the atmosphere the clean refreshing air.
There was no corruption whatsoever this world
was perfect and complete.
I am searching for this world.
How do I enter a world of absolute pure cleanness.
The thought of evil does not exist.
I would like to start at the beginning, a new innocent freshman.
A man with one mind, one heart, one soul.
One spirit and one body. I soon will test the waters.
by: T Creston
Foster
At the end of each day,
Lies the start of another,
Thus the world will transform
From dusk to dawn,
And the moon’s dark reign
Shall be over.
Ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
We live this life
Because we must.
So the Cycle goes on and on,
Until the End of All Things,
When everything’s gone.
Now we three have risen
To bring Chaos to all,
We stand here and laugh
At Heaven’s great fall.
Pray not to this God,
What use is there now?
We have slain his great Host,
And how we did plough
The fields of the dead
For their wandering souls,
We will not stop
Until all life we hold,
Turns ashes to ashes,
Dust to dust,
I have come forth from Hell,
To feed my bloodlust.
I am the Deity,
Slayer of Gods,
And I fought ‘til the end,
No matter the odds.
Now your turn of the Cycle
Has been shattered asunder,
At the sound of the second,
By Sky’s mighty thunder.
With his spear he brings,
The splendour of winds,
With his ice he’ll freeze
Everything over.
Now this world is dying
And your reign has ended.
The third wandered true darkness
To extinguish your light
With a power that none comprehended.
Dusk is her name,
All burns in her flame,
With her blade
Even Death she transcended.
Now the Eternal Cycle
Begins once again,
Just look to the Sun,
A new day is dawning,
Grieve not for the past,
There’s no time for mourning.
This fragile old world
Will ne’er be the same,
At the End of All Things,
When Chaos shall reign.
Come take my hand,
Then you will see,
It isn’t nearly as bad
As you think it will be,
For we invite you now
To join us peacefully,
So we can make a new world,
A world pure and free.
Form:
There once a snowflake that fell from the heaven above
Forged of love, a kiss of God, and liberty to fly about as a dove
The snowflake had a wish to save the world
Thoughts raced through its core as it twirled
How to save the world in such a short time?
How to do away with the hate, pain, tears and crime
All I am is a snowflake she cried
Tears and tears as she cried Snowflake’s tears multiplied
The snowflake didn’t have any idea or know what to do
In time was against her and those tears as the wind blew
She cried a mass of snowflakes with intent to save the world carried by her stress
Until she thought why should I save the world when I didn’t create this mess?
Snowflake had a point after all; she was created to look gorgeous and just freefall
She wasn’t created to save the world and recall its brutal brawls
Then the idea came, she would gather her army of tears with intent
She would send a thousand tears to 1st bury the torment
Then she would send a thousand more to cause a freeze and bring people to their knees
Where they would remember that in times of need to pray for understanding, love, and
appease
Then she would send a thousand more to dissolve into water
To quench each nations power thirst and wash away the ruthless slaughter
Then she’d be the last to fall
The world would look at Snowflake as the most beautiful thing of all
She’d be viewed as hero with not one single mistake
For the world would always remember it was saved by Snowflake
There was magic in the poet's quill
For whatever he wrote came true
A man who could write the future
And change the past if he wanted to
He always wrote of happy endings
Until one day he wrote of a curse
The world grew dark and barren
As he scribbled his enchanted verse
Like an evil wizard he cast his spell
Using only his words as magic
Feverishly, he wrote a world of gloom
And the result was truly tragic
He wrote of sorrow and broken things
The world was filled with tears
And all the good he'd ever written
Just suddenly disappears
He wrote the sun would shine no more
And the moon was a thing of the past
The people on earth were crying for mercy
How much longer could this last?
No on knew why the poet had changed
And why his writings became so dark
They knew not what tomorrow would hold
On this journey they were forced to embark
For the poet had suffered a broken heart
And his sadness betrayed his words
He no longer wrote of the beautiful flowers
Or the love songs sung by the birds
This curse would last for twenty years
Until the poet's heart was mended
For when he found his one true love
His curse had finally ended
In the garden of evil
A dark maiden wishes kisses
She summons a blond princess
Against her inner wishes
In the midst of poisonous berries
In the middle of sharpened thorns
She is grabbed by the dark maiden
Her feelings towards her scorned
Through the dark magical orb
Hummingbirds to the rescue go
They hover to show their wrath
But the dark maidens powers show
They are followed by beautiful butterflies
And in turn they too succumb
This dark maiden and her powers
Has made natures beauties run
The princess closes her eyes
To think of the world summoned from
As the dark haired maiden wilts
Against a pure and power strong
The fallen hummingbirds
And the butterflies who fell
Returned through the light
As the princess would finally tell
There is no room for the dark
In a world so colourful and free
To be with the grace of such creatures
Who followed to look after me
I hope that this will be a lesson
If others hear my story
Fight against the dark maiden
Over nature, she will never have glory
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There was magic in the poet's quill
For whatever he wrote came true
A man who could write the future
And change the past if he wanted to
He always wrote of happy endings
Til one day he wrote of a curse
The world grew dark and barren
As he scribbled his enchanted verse
Like an evil wizard, he cast his spell
Using only his words as magic
Feverishly, he wrote a world of gloom
And the result, was truly tragic
He wrote the sun, would shine no more
And the moon, was a thing of the past
The people on earth, were crying for mercy
How much longer could this last?
No on knew why the poet had changed
And why his writings became so dark
They knew not, what tomorrow would hold
On this journey, they were forced to embark
For the poet had suffered, a broken heart
And his sadness, betrayed his words
He no longer wrote of the beautiful flowers
Or the love songs, sung by the birds
This curse would last for twenty years
Til the poet's heart was mended
For when he found his one true love
His curse has finally ended
Last seen in the forest
These sisters three
Sightings in the Nordic region
Ice masses in melting spree
Glaciers that roamed
Like reindeer herds
Their speed of demise
Had never been heard
Lowlands in countries
Lost to the mass
Populations shifting
Like herds on the grass
Climates changing
Overnight
The dangers out there
The worlds in blight
Floods encroaching
Power Stations
Blackouts throughout
Many nations
Events are happening
All the world over
These sisters three
In their evil of clover
The waters rise
As many animals drown
Diseased neighbourhoods
In our cities and towns
Carcases floating
Bloated, infested
The might of the right
Once again to be tested
For many generations
The world is in fight
Once again we unite
To turn black into white
First part was " Their Ritual in the Forest "
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If I could choose a dream of mine,
A dream that may come true,
I would not choose a selfish dream
For that would not be right.
This dream must be magnificent
And a benefit to all.
The world right now is hurting
And I must choose carefully.
Would it be an end to cancer?
A worthy dream indeed,
Or perhaps an end to world hunger.
I hear applause for that.
No, I would dream that wars would end
And peace would reign supreme.
In every corner of the world,
Each man would love his neighbor.
If wars ended forever, the other dreams
Could then at last come true,
When energy we use to quarrel
Is put to a better use.
Two thousand years ago, He came
To bring peace to the Earth,
But foolish man defied Him and
We slaughter one another.
His simple message, "Love Thy Neighbor",
Is all we need to make big dreams come true!
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