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Sunup,
Sundown.
1000 corpses of enemies stripped.
1000 graves satisfied and
yet one single motive prevails
binding all of the final secrets to the rotted-
Atrocious Incisors wet with the bloody mantra of late;
Infect.Corrupt.Devastate.Annihilate.
The canvas to this grisly art;
The entire Earth cursed a 1000 times over and
damned a 1000 more.
Silent smiles unto Lacerating Screams.
Living Oceans unto deserts that will grow forever.
The artist;
Malevolence in solid form.
His craft,
The exhibition of the fragile and the
constant redomination of the weak.
To the Sun's light he is but an adversary
and soon it will only shine for him.
Its light The Artist has swallowed,
And hidden from the eyes of the world.
His hand the final chapter of everyman,
his fist the scourging of the Heavens.
The product;
The war of all Gods.
He is but one factor of
your apocalypse.
He is but one factor of your reality.
And so he is Death.
And Death he will remain
until he is destroyed..
Then Death will become him.
- by AcaciaPandorum |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/05/2010 |
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- Title: December 12,2012 on Channel 5
- Artist: AcaciaPandorum
- Description: Apocalyptic Retribution.
- Date: 11/05/2010
- Tags: apocalypse devil hell evil dark
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Comments (4 Comments)
- AcaciaPandorum - 11/11/2010
- biggrin
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- Evil Overlord Supreme - 11/11/2010
- I can relate with this....well done!
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- AcaciaPandorum - 11/10/2010
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Why thank you..
I figured I'd give this thing a shot.. - Report As Spam
- Tiger Pinko - 11/10/2010
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Pretty deep! Really one of the better poems I've read here!
*cookies* - Report As Spam