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Fields of the Black Rose

Flowing fields of black 
Roses the hue of night 
Dark meadow take me home 
Relieve me of my fright 
And take me back. 
Blackened fields of ashy rose 
Take me to my home 
Where I'll never see the sun again 
Where I'll never hate 
And never bend 
Where we only see in shades of gray 
Where summer sun has shone its last 
And November wind is here to stay. 
Where I can go forget my past 
And never have to pay 
For the things I've done. 
Blackened fields of ashy rose 
Take me to your home 
Where we all see in shades of gray 
And I can rest in the coldly blowing wind. 
Forget my face forget my name 
Forget my form forget my sin 
Let me stay and waste away 
Please won't you take me in?

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Sweetest Sin

Take a grip and heave the hammer 
As they come marching in 
Meet the gates with all your might bounce it out and do it right 
Don’t let those bastards win.

I split my head became enamored 
With the evil soul within 
I fought for glory I fought for Jesus 
Now I’m spit on once again.

I’ve tried my body you’ve tried my temper 
I can’t believe I can’t remember what happened then in mid December 
When I held the hammer with all the glamour 
At the church bell’s sound I brought it down 
To feel that tingle in my skin. 

Again! 
Again! 
Again!
To feel that tingle in my skin!

Now I sit upon the church’s steeple and look around at all the people 
Staring with their wide-eyed fright. 
My hands are red your face is null I hear the bell and feel the pull 
To raise the hammer with all the glamour to kill you with this final blow.

I look I stare I breathe it in I feel that tingle in my skin 
The hardened power so acute so harshly gruesome so absolute
That I just have to grin,
You’re my sweetest sin.

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Vigilante

Vigilante


He walked in the door
a little John Wayne
a little Jesus Christ 
six foot tall 
giant guns on his hips 
so emaciated you can count all his ribs. 

twelve bullets flew and 
twelve persons fell  

reload  

repeat

the deafening clash never ended 
until all you could count was the dead.


He stood among patrons
of the local pub 
and made a decision 
like he always does 
that he would never do this again, 

never again 

see the blood on their faces 
and blood on the floor 
but forever carry 
their blood on his hands. 

He sighed, 

sheathed his hard steel 
turned on his heel 
and walked right back out that door.
 
That wasn’t the first time 
and wasn’t the last 
that he shot the hot lead 
and dropped steaming brass 
leaving no trace 
but the spent cartridges strewn about. 

He knocked the dust off his boots 
and kept walking on 
humming a tune 
couldn’t remember the song 
unsheathed his steel 
and just let them play on 

that deafening clash never ended.

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Stained

The watcher's eyes go blind

Society tumbles

Deafening silence spreads

As our civilization crumbles


The masses try to flee

Time cannot be outrun

Finally the time has come

The human race is done


The watcher's eyes can see

The justice in a flood

Earth is taken back

Stained with all our blood

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The Electric Glow

High above the city streets
I thrash and roll and grind my teeth
At the atrocities down below.

I just can’t stand to be so near
The screams the cries the pain the fear
Of the weakness that they show.

I just look on with distaste
And prey upon the lives they waste
Shoving them on to death’s door.

They can’t refuse they can’t deny
They’ve met their end it’s time to die
So I step down and wage my war.

Mingled in the city streets
I use my hands I use my teeth
To send them all on down below.

Release the hate release the fear
I slice them all from ear to ear
And they all die in the electric glow.

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Darkest Night

On the darkest night
Our judgment day
We wait in line for our retribution.
The teeming masses
Line up at the gates
Marching glassy-eyed toward execution.
One mind opened
And then another
Resulting in a riotous pulse.
The rebellious mob
Ignoring the gates
Rips down the walls to gain entry.
On the darkest night
Our judgment day
Another God has been burned to ashes.

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The Road

The fighting stopped.
I opened my eyes
And looked down the tunnel
That ends in white light
Dazedly walking forward
I pay no attention
To the sound of my feet
On the sticky floor
Ignoring the warmth.
My senses evade
The revolting smell.

Then I trip and fall down
With a glutinous splash
As I realize
That the road to heaven
Is covered in blood
I disgorge my entire self
And I’m diluted
Into madness.

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Volunteers

A cold hard military
signed up for a bloodbath
marching two by two
down the path to oblivion.
Row by row
with cargo in tow
Their blackened hollowed eyes see their end.
Hand in hand
they meet their Gods and all their Devils
they have their picks
they have their shovels
to dig their shallow graves
just to realize an end
at last
they won't be saved.

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Karma

The diabolical plot
To end all our lives
Has begun.
Slowly circling the drain
We bicker and fight ourselves
Into extinction
We cut and shoot ourselves
Into oblivion
We jettison our legacy
Into obscurity.

The nefarious plot
To end all our lives
Has begun.
Programmed into our tiny brains
We give up and give in
To our fate
We submit and comply
to this destiny
We abide and indulge
This providence.

We do nothing to help ourselves.

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Each Day

Each morning

I think of a reason

Not to kill myself.

Each morning

I trust my judgment

Less and less.

 


Each afternoon

I keep wondering

Why I keep going on.

Each afternoon

I resent the children

And their happy ignorance.

 


Each evening

I put the gun in my hand

Finger on the trigger.

Each evening

I put the gun down

I'm too afraid.

 


Each day

Takes a little more

Of my happiness.

Each day

Shows me bitterly

How it could have been.

 


Each of you

Look away

Blindly.

Each of you

Won't notice me

Disappear.

 


Each bullet

In this weapon

Sings a song to me.

Each bullet

Hums the tune

Of sweet release.

 


Each and every day

I imagine

The end.

Each and every day

Isn't today.