Ok, this first started out as a poem, but I transformed it into a song... It's a heavy metal song, so I know I'm gonna get a lot of hate notes. Please dont be immature and bitch at me BECAUSE its heavy metal. Just read the God damn song and look at it from a poetic pointo of veiw, not genre.
LIFE IS WAR
I can smell the divine shivers of prophecy
The disturbing vibrations of fear... and death
Vomited by this disease
Buried at the pit of my throbbing illness
And although I've made it past my pain
(Forgivness is the blind mans revenge)
I can still taste the suffering of every memory...
preserved in this aching horror
(Father... can you hear me?)
And even after I've buried it alive...
(Father... can you forgive me?)
It returns to my dreams...
My hopes...
My fantasies...
And as they turn me over...
Lying me on my scorching back
(NO! NO!)
And endulge me in seduction
My awareness is growing thin
As their violent fangs pierce my limp and fragile body
(I'm sorry... but she's gone now...)
Self-destructing my guard...
(NO! WHY? Why...?)
And unlocks my deepest secrets
(I HATE YOU! I HATE YOU!)
Driving me into denial
As I feel my sanity slip away
Like drainage in a sewege pipe
(NO! -crying-)
Liquid tears erupting from my eyes...
Pouring in monsterous streams
Provoking the nagging of melodramatic filth
Slowly creeping back into my mind
(LEAVE ME ALONE! LEAVE ME ALONE!)
Uncaged from its menogerie
This crimson disease...
...you are my suffering...
(You nasty whore...)
Unite liberty with her filthy secret
Wed the Mothers virginity
With the masculinity of intercourse
Just fuck the naivity of bare tissue
Impregnate the needy mind of crude mysteries
And unwanted wisdom...
Of enless possabilities...
That you... are... all alone... in this...
This is my sacrifice...
My pain and suffering...
Life is war...
PARACIDIC AND ANESTHEDIC MEMORIES!
NUMB AND TREMBLING!
GOURGED INTO THE CHIZZLED FORARMS OF SANITY!
REVOLUTIONALIZE MY SANITY!
FOLLOW ME!
FOLLOW ME!
-crying-
I can taste the blood...
Lewd visions returning to this cloud of torture...
Lingering above my aching mind...
(-crying-)
The masses of sirens feasting upon a buffet of agony
This signet ring...
Engraved with anguish and passionate misery
(Why must we suffer?)
And as this epilipsy of tornment penetrates my naked mind I...
I know I should stop crying...
(-slap- STOP -slap- CRYING!)
But I cannot escape the terror...
Revisited by these... emotional nightmares...
(-crying- -monster growl-)
I cannot forget my past
And try as I must to drain it from memory
I cannot set free myself from this Hell on Earth
I cannot liberate my aching mind...
I cannot escape...
Me
This is mutiny...
(-scream-)
Life is war... and we must fight...
Life is war...
DEFY THE HIVE!
WE MUST LIBERATE THE MIND!
AND FREE THE PEN OF SLAVES!
THIS IS WAR!
THIS IS WAR!
Lyracists... dig up the cannon...
Poets... sharpen your pens...
Healers... prepare your remedies...
Wretchs...
(listen closely)
We must march to freedom...
We shall aim at fame...
And diminish the pain.
Life is war, and we will fight...
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
We will not surrender...
We will not surrender...
We will not surrender...
(We will not surrender...)
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