Holy War

* To those who fight for and against terrorism: Both of you have won your battles in your own ways. None of you will win the war.*

Is death a punishment for mankind?
Or just the end of a chapter?
Or is it the beginning of a new era of salvation and repentance?

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind killer.
Fear is the little death
That brings total obliteration.

When it is gone,
I will look inside me
Where the fear once was,
There will be nothing.
Only I will remain.

I swear I will not dishonour my soul with love.
But offer myself numbly,
As a guardian of hate,
As a messenger of pain
As an architect of war.

An Infusion

The wind cries out for me,
A wolf howl so shrill,
Borne on wings of a rabid dream,
To perturb the state of my waking conscious.
Guessing games are played by two,
Staking sunset hues
Of life, and of the oblivion.
A tragedy too soon forgotten
Even as it is awoken everyday
By fair hands, yet so rotted,
Who are we to stay away?
Lesions from real life
Intrude upon the one we have made
Infusing a mild darkness
But overcome by our thoughtless play.

As The Palaces Burn

The fiends have gagged a generation of pacified fools
Bound by our greed a nation enslaved as corporate tools.
Arise! Erase the legacy of their lies
To realize that this in itself is an ascension
Towards the day we revolt.
As the seeds you've cast away take hold
War will be born.
Rejoice, the age of the fall has begun
We'll dance as the palaces burn.
A shot gun blast into the face of deceit
You'll gain your just reward.
We'll not rest until the purge is complete
My redemption lies in your demise.
In such a world as this does one dare to think for himself?
The paradox of power and peace will destroy itself
To know the truth and live in fear of no man.
To realize that this in itself is an ascension
Toward the day we revolt.
As the seeds you've cast away take hold
War will be born.
Rejoice, the age of the fall has begun
We'll dance as the palaces burn.
My redemption lies in your demise.
Rejoice, the age of the fall has begun.
We'll dance as the palaces burn.

An Epitome of Sorrow

Walk alone, living everyday,
Without fear,
Reaping only what you've sown,
Burn the rest and feed it to me.
Close to the road
Cry yourself to sleep,
While scarecrows fill the field you have,
Carrion fowl are summoned
To feast on the rotting remains of digression,
Succumb to a horrid hunger,
Vigilance shall fail.
Dream. If you dare.

Eyes of Chaos

*In memory of those who shall be forgotten too soon*

The silence and slaughtering, forbearance prevails,
The tears, the cries rope you to avenge,
The sorrows, the vain awaiting revenge
The innocent blood has fiercely been shed.

Eyes of chaos
Will burn you

Sea of corpses floods,
As the river blood flows,
Destroy their peace and love,
Bound with the storm of hate.
Redeem their souls from deciet and violence,
And precious shall their blood be in her sight

The Inquisition

Salvation
Weep not for those whom the veil of tomb,
A life's early mornin has hid from their eyes,
It has been an age of long sorrow of such cruelty
In such a hell begotten world of ours,
Into wat it seems to be is an abyss of hate And injustice,
Though with a crushed and a bleeding heart she takes you,
Numbered every bitter tear,
Heaven's long years of bliss shall pay,
When she makes inquisition for blood,
She forgets not to cry for the humble.

Suicidal Loving

Forget the Memories,
Let them fade away,
From this darkness, its unfogiving ways.
Where will I go?
Consume me for I give in to the pain,
From the depths of my soul
Refuses me again

Again and again,
You fill my mind
Needles and knives,
How long can you go on?
For I cannot ignore you
Over and Over again