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Post by Doriu on Jun 24, 2008 7:50:52 GMT -5
Torn asunder Going under Fearing all that is unreal We are Gods among men And every man is a god And every woman is a goddess And every drop of life is sacred But yet we take it!
Fearing those who are more weak We hide and bow our heads so down That trying to hide and sneak We only sink into the ground
Creep, Creep A sound so weak Trembling men that fear us not We only hide and wait and seek Which is given when we can taketh And be as gods among all men And hide not from all ye mortals out there
Scream, Scream Our humble feasts And tremble not at what you see But cry in tears of agony When we rip you asunder
Laugh, Laugh My honest friends But those who witter in disgust Look close into your hands And see the mirror that you have And smile while your face will rust While you face your death When I will survive feeding on someones neck And sighing from it's horrid taste When all that's beautiful has died
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Post by Lucy on Jun 24, 2008 21:16:29 GMT -5
Beautiful words. What inspired you to write this piece?
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Post by Violet Twlilight on Jun 24, 2008 22:53:37 GMT -5
Wow, this is very cool. I love the ryhtem.
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Post by Doriu on Jun 25, 2008 4:40:35 GMT -5
well, humanity. the more that you see the more obvious it becomes that humanity is blind, has no sense of taste, does not hear and feels nothing, and the only smell they can barely fill their empty suits with are the ones of society in decay and they love every last breath, humanoids walking among us, lost their humanity to the voids of greed, fascism, lust, hate, wealth and so on... the poem's about those who still feel warm blood going through their vanes, for those who do not need to stand in the Sun so their body temperature can rise enough so they can function.
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Post by Lucy on Jun 25, 2008 20:52:53 GMT -5
Will you be writing more?
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Post by Violet Twlilight on Jun 26, 2008 17:26:11 GMT -5
Yes, please if you have any more, please share it with us.
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Post by lostmaiden on Jun 26, 2008 18:23:54 GMT -5
Once we were in a cafe and he wrote on the spot a poem that was pretty long. I think that when he is inspired, he can write a lot;)
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