kill the future of this tiring land
It was not of evil that rid their energy
If was you.....me.....us.....that failed priest to hold her
Try to sleep with peace even though the burden in on YOUR shoulders
Victims Peace
Start the fire he will be amongst us any second
The monk shouted to his disciple
As the young man was trying to start the fire
A blow came about his head stunned he fell over
The last thing he saw was a dark hooded being
The axe of the being was headed for the young man’s head
During the downfall of the axe that was surely to kill the young man
His life began playing back to him in slow motion
He would see all the ones he loved throughout his time
His father would make appearances as if he was living his days out again
The same mistakes were made, the same choices were made
The bad times, the good times, his heart pounded with excitement
His soul was lifted as he could relive every moment he chose
He would be content to realize that the decisions he made would be wise
None of them he would change, as it shaped him
It shaped his heart, and mind
As he awoke from this reliving of his life
The cold steel blade entered his neck
He felt it pierce his skin open, then his veins
Through the spine and out his back of the neck
He was dead......
As his head rolled on the floor it stopped by the same fireplace
The same fireplace that he gave life to
In turn one life stopped, another started
As the light was shimmering upon his reflection
The dark hooded individual limped over to see his kill
Instead of fear in the young man’s eyes and a look of horror
There was a place of peace and a smile across his face
As he knew he had lived his life to the most
Enraged the dark hooded man could not understand why
Disgusted he used the same blade that instilled wisdom and eternal rest on his
victim
And turned it on his wrists.....
Blood spilled out and onto the stony cave
As the killers eyes were shutting down his heart skipped a beat
He saw his victims smile turn upside down as tears strolled down his cheek
That was the last the murderer saw of his victim who was no longer at peace
killers Remorse
Forgive me father for I have sinned
He whispered efficiently into the priest’s ear
I killed a man today but it was his fault
He looked at me wrong therefore I needed to
I tore his heart out with his own hand
I saw him starring vaguely in my direction
I could not help myself but stare back with fury
My uncontrollable demon inside of me did it
I must convict myself before justice takes me
The balance of the universe shifted when my hand entered his chest
His lonely black heart lay beating in my soft gentle hand
As it stopped beating I looked into his eyes
They went lifeless and hazed over with relief
He wanted me to kill him priest
He asked me when he looked at me
The glance provoked his wish to come true
I did him a favor as I am a saint working for you
The man I killed was the devil
The man I slaughtered with a grin was the man who killed hope
The balance of the universe has shifted
The balance of the universe has been lifted
As I lifted his beating heart......so I did to the universe
I saved the universe priest....I saved you
Now I must die as a result
The Harmony of Peace
Peacefulness results in tranquility
I am the one to stop the notion of being relaxed
Without me Peace cannot be
With me peace lives and I peruse with tact
Do not wake the sleeping giant
For once peace has been established I will live
My rise from the crypt will be with fury
Agonizing results to allow peace to be in thought
I wait in patience for the call of peace
I wait for I will live and induce harmony
Scattered amongst your minds
As if a jigsaw were being shaped
I will cut you open and show your peace
I will chaotically place my tumors amongst the carcass of peace
For it WILL die........
My name will become infamous
For my old of Lucifer is wearing thin
Death will finally get peace
For I get them all
Peace cannot run but for once it will fall
Like all great dictators and strategists do fail
Eventually peace will be too much and cave into hell
I will be there to sweep the remains into my soul
For I live, breath, and eat for peace
For I WILL become peace and when I do
Chaos and turmoil will unfold.....
All from my glance
The same glance that sees through
All from my hand
The same hand that will feed you
Peaces time is up
I will wait with patience to strike
Unless you feel you can stop the one
If so......
Come get me.....my son
Heavens Election Day
He woke unto the morning sun
His halo cracked from sleeping wrong
For todays the day elections take place
Today’s the day for the saving grace
He promised all that vote for him
To do what the current cant for them
The promise was to regain the throne
And destroy the devil so they could roam
Democracy still rules the gates
Every 1000 years a new challenger debates
As the ruler of the current prepares
To combat the challenger for the coming years
“I promise all that vote for me
To banish the bad unlike the hero you see”
These were his words to gain the votes
As all the angels gathered to hear the quotes
The current ruler stated this
“We need evil to balance” as there was a hiss
All the Angels heard this bliss
As the current ruler let his tongue slip
The challenger out of fury replied
“I think we have an imposter I tell you he lies”
Heavens population did not believe
As they thought it was a trick by the new one to deceive
The current one stated unto the crowd
“My fellow angels here me out loud
The one you see before my eyes
Is truly a devil in disguise”
The challenger now taken back
Turns to crowd and hastily attacks
“If that is the case why does he not see
Those horns around his head higher than me”
The crowd notices and begins to smear
As the current removes his robe and gear
Revealing his true form unto his peers
Revealing scars of battles through the years
“What do you think of me now?”
I got these scars from fighting the you
I did my sentence now reformed to true
I used to be a devil but now I am like you
The crowd stood back and cheered him on
As forgiveness does reign in the kingdom
For he was right there needs to be bad
For without it there would be no reason to be glad
The challenger of good in shock and disgust
Relieved himself from heaven to dust
For now he is challenging the world down below
Who knows the new Satan could have wings and a halo
Death of a Mime
His makeup is pasted on him as though a ghost
The makeup was taken from my very last breath
The lack of blood in my veins caused it to be white
As the mime prepares for his reenactment of my death
The knife that was placed with tact in my heart
Was buried so deeply as if it were Excalibur
Only a true King of people could take it apart
Though my King is dead next to me….I killed him
The mime as a showman prepares to deliver my scene
Blood of white looks as my spirit received a fright
As I am looking down at two carcasses and a clown
My deliverance is stopped as Satan begins to frown
Why must Satan be so sad at my untimely death
Why when the clown relives my empty breath
That lonely King was sent to free Excalibur from my chest
But I killed him in fear that he was sent from Satan's desk
My fear of people sent to be my aid
Resulted in a leader so brave it made Satan cringe
However if this is the case why does Satan cry
This is the case for the mime only knows why
Satan's tears of blood stream down his lonely face
Wrinkles to deep as if the grand canyon was in place
Satan screamed why as his hero lay on the floor
Although he was good, the King was a real leader and more
If this King that I killed was so good that Lucifer even cries
Why do I kill my hero with such demise
Why does the mime not shed a damn tear
For the hero of the hour is lying dead next to fear
The mime removes his paint