Praying to no one
in particular that I could
crossover, just enough
to witness, but have
no physical existence.
To become my shadow
not to be
where trendy teeny-boppers
rule the land,
leaving it to us
to question the existence
of a higher entity.
All I need to exist is...
not to be
among the tyrants
of your mental spires.
nonexistant in your
serpentine and shollow heart
draining others of their essence.
You have no right, but
not to be
meaningless and a
nothing, in the belly
of the beast, wishing
you were a victim of you
If only I were you.
The villages throughout the world like cancer, spreading disease and infection 'till it becomes the tumor that every large city is. Swelling to the bursting point. Christ is about to come. The end is nigh. Death to the grand nations that are united in hate, starvation and filth. Devoid completely of soul and spirit worshipping a nonexistent entity that has raked our lives of liberty, leaving only a will of heresy towards the ones we call holy. When the apocalypse comes and goes again, once the sounds of the trumpets fade, all that will exist are the raging seas filled with the charred blood of the loyal citizens. To the gods: drink the tainted water. Drink our red souls down into your evil essence. All I bid is farewell.
We are selfish to want those who have passed on.
So full of want and greed.
Let them go. Wait again for your fates to bond.
Whether in Heaven or Hell hear the decree:
Accept the change; don't dwell on the past.
We walk through life scouring for happiness.
Finding it usually in whom our love is cast.
Still, what overrides the good is sadness.
While others contemplate death, they'll be depressed.
So look for, find, and cherish your love.
By overcoming grief, peers shall be impressed.
To the rest, Will you sour above?
When your lover is caught by the crow,
You'll discover, to love is to let go.