“ Encore! Encore! ”

I walk'd your heathen realms, heart veil'd by thorns
..hesitant to recall aching memoirs of hope
For what hope remains in such faithless world
Where ignorance of the cruel and unjust stands praised?!
Honour'd in the name of fame, overt acts of deception
Gather laughs of merriment to cast lights of veil'd disgrace
Upon the heads of these 'humans' .. unworthy fools!

Alas! Perhaps in passion'd speech i have err'd
For even the utmost fool could be deem'd pure of thought
When he carries neither malice, nor the folly of intent
which taints a burden'd earth upon which his feet prance!
These 'creatures' of which i speak, care naught for upon what
their poison'd spit falls, when they seek to unleash
their 'philosophy' upon us all!


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“ Hush ignorance! Dare ye, hidden in the shadows of shame
seek to slay the morals amidst which the enlighten'd dwell? ”
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These leeching voids, dwell in disguised hollow'd shells
In bid to bestow upon their putrid selves the stigma of 'divine'
..with no regard to the truth, they have doubtless realised
With the devil's every act, they plan their own and our demise?!

Sorrow'd returns of hopeful hearts, amuse these heathens so!
..and this i do know, for i climb'd the steep sides of hills
Hills that promised stars, only to return with empty eyes
and a fistful of ash -ashamed, for they witness'd my descent


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“ Answer me! Thoughtless hounds of earth's own hell!
Is this what ye have come to, cruel jesters of life itself? ”
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Thus i stumbled down, taunted by the amused smiles
Carved upon the faces of those, who had witness'd my demise
When my world of dreams had been tilted
...and i linger'd for long, upon the precipice of soil'd reality
Clawing at the shatter'd ends of planks, heedless of esteem!
Turn'd toward weeping skies, to scream my anger, my sorrow
At the faded fleeting shadows of my last true dream!

Cursed i am indeed! For now, with utmost clarity of mind
I linger amidst suffering's solace, impaled upon bloodied pikes
Which have long slaughter'd the likes, of those who took a stand,
and dared question the hollow beneath the sins, shield in hand!
Thus, when the final curtains fell, solace turn'd to dust
..and betrayed by plight's own rage, anguish became stage
As the 'false' who bask in malice proceed to cheer on

“ Encore! Encore! ”