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Bad Dreams, Good Nightmares
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Bad Dreams, Good Nightmares |
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since 2008-12-03
Posts 186Toronto, Canada |
I trade bad dreams... for good nightmares... I seek the realm of unknown The tone I set is the origin of existence, anonymous to all my senses. Infinity, a divine symbol, as an entity, its chaotic. The element of origins... Does it acknowledge its perfection? It's exterior is calm while suffering the internal torment, a dynamic wave encompass the coast Attempting to entice a victim with a gentle caress No truth remaining. Dormant potential, ignites the reflection once sighted. As it once was in the beginning. This militant is back, The fact is, through creation my mental reacts. Provokes emotion from the reader that resembles the "Riot Act" I feel evil. People, through a special act, factor in the fact I can remove the oxygen from a respiratory tract Leave yeah speechless Leave the situation void of a witness beyond horizons unseen. My mind mesmerized, lost to a trance. Surviving in the sands, forgotten in the winds. I write my best poems Alone with the lights gone. Holocaust, Columbine Words I combine, don’t need the sun to shine. Never start a battle if you ain't brave enough to survive the hassle. I'm created from raw stuff, the sighting leaving you urine staining your trouser cuff. Bloody raw, the road to hell is anything but quite. Referring to yourself in the third person. worsens the image you’re in, The philosophy of horror provides armor, answers the bleakness of questions, freshens the fountain's crimson fictions. Motion my minions to gather from mountains to oceans. Fulfill my missions, ask no questions. Shorten the slogans strengthen the tensions and leave Nations in ruins. - If I cant bend Heaven, I shall move Hell - |
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