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Christopher Sergi Poem
Unleash your reign to only I, truth be wary of accost,
Many tyrants ripple kindly, though chilled I enflame the frost,
High Thronehood, I shatter thou, endorse the Chain of fallen veins,
Gentle godhood now to falter, weep not for me, but for my blood,
O’ wisdom boldly ravished he, he whom justice shambled there,
Hostile military, flee! Humble thee within his snare,
Lastly, thou contract my heart, though my throne remains unloved,
As impunity falls to I, all souls blacken, now enclosed,
Jurisdiction of our thoughts, unattended is my Wrath,
Greatest knowledge of all men, leaveth such within my mind,
Shower nothing but sore shame, for all life is now left parched,
Prophecies of holocaust riseth strong with vengeful blood.
-Craman Yyulus, HOTK Book 4
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Christopher Sergi Poem
A pen to scribble, upon thou texture of nature’s art,
Thrashing about, men’s minds of nomenclature prose,
His mind’s turn to rotate with sequential prowess,
Lines of truth within thou heart of endowments,
To depart from former figures, all alleged from necromancy
Was a mirthful hearthstone within a hapless man.
“Writing is the gateway to inkblots of towering intellect, misery and mystery, along with the denial of all humanity that there is such a thing as ascertain expression. However, realize that writing created language, thus the catalyst for such denial in the first place.”
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Among thou wistful bask of I, belies a heart of breaking,
A mist within a mask of lies, corrupting my soul of eternal aching.
Shrouded upon my throne, used to be such exult,
A mistress in green, thou maternal of me, relenting to the occult.
Doth be slain in misery-same as I, a fallen spirit,
Never to accept witchcraft, casted within her sinful louse.
Shalt she echo in darkness, within her shadows-to be of hidden,
Or enlighten upon us all, in a beam of angels to my glee?
Shalt such enigmatic flame wither my ambition,
Thrust upon me, is a scene of mangle, bloodless to thee,
A storage of barren secrets, never a opening to spare,
Nihilities within my heart, consume this storage with despair,
Hath I know of Paris, never a soul of which to share
Utilities of fallacy, hath I collapse my mind, asunder,
“Wither, thou shalt not appoint!” an Orpheus of the master blunder,
Yell hath he, he’s worse of will~leaf she goes, thou took no bill, “Cometh now, nest here in hell! Doth be shambled to expel!”
Sunset of ages, lest my mother shun these brazes,
Shalt I fade for certain pain, a canvas of thou painting,
Fallacy of Satan, best my sin, respite be painted,
Charging to thou blind of mind, mantis of thou weeping mages.
Undeath of these ghostly pages!
In spiritual scar I script this hymn, to the forgotten, but only of ephemeral dim,
None of remission, but only nest, can make fine my time, a fitting arrest
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Never doth Wither thou destiny, for forwards you enact then thou shalt decline,
Henceforth every man shalt fret upon the blazing wine, amongst it’s loss,
Such a jeroboam shalt heed straightaway, as the human spirit shatters thee,
Opulent Tyranny hast thou been longing, thorough the Translucent stakes of Time,
And I shalt not witness your fallen louse, for nothing more can succumb to you,
Only enough can suffice for death-yet yours is enacted through the unknown.
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Aflux upon the skies, shimmereth not of will,
For such stance of protest doth be everyhung
And the stupefied mindsets of the common ill
Reap polarized times and thy lightning sprung
As well as to hearers all bowls of respite;
To enact thee and screech, ack hence the Sword!
‘Tis to thy fateful sights of blood, such be touchy of Lords!
And hence thou it beith such to shadows of light.
Thereforth to sin, one shaltn’t induce love
To bringeth due tablets of time, thus of clovers to doves.
And hereforth, none of extraction shalt witness!
For the Sight of One is gallent without forgiveness.
Everyhung-universally stressed (word I invented)
Hereforth-from here on (word I invented)
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