Death Madness (Pure-Bloodlines)

For thy shall toll, when the raven moon befalls, 

Upon the lire's chair, in my satanic lair

Kill, kill for a soul to spill, the darkness within, the grim and the grin, 

For, the dim, in the brim of the ravenous moon, scares me...

Fear? Fear, The lord within! The howl of the oceans, rise, surprise, 

The dark of the gloom, for you, vanish in the shadow of your coffin

Room, oh you talk of the lighted room, in the soup of gloom? 

Or in the heart of an agonized cupcake? 

In the misery of a dying child? 

Or in the eyes of a dying son's father!!

Apathetic I am, diseased I am, for once I cared and now I stare! 

Enjoy your but fallacious LIGHTED ROOM!

So not dead, in the crowd of living dead, you are. 

For a humane, once relived, reviving the death-charm of blood, 

Broods and floods, of the pure-bloods, in the holy grounds of graves, 

For the so-not brave, who all but crave the shamed fall.

Oh the sounds, oh the colors, oh these cute little flowers

Mayday, mayday, mayday, for a soul, turned broke

Did you find hope?

No dope for the coping the world of droolers

Fools, fools all around, sheathing you, in you, from you

Don’t glue, oh I tell you, tis' wary, but true

Craved, shaped, paved, made; for the so-not true.

In, sensible I am. In, the ecstasy I am

Of my dark haze, in the paradoxical maze, I flow

Free and unending with denial, I go

So should you, uncorrupt yourself of the false glow

Blow death; grow, for the so-not-ho

And let the crows bow at the graves of those who rule

Rule the blood, I tell you,

Let not, the blood rule through!

Oh, you seek emergence? The fugitive resurgence?

Remember Faustus! It’s a dark exhorter

Pulling you, saving you, all along

But deprived you will be of the songs

The merry, those falsified who marry,

The so-called life!

Resurrected, survived, revived, in the womb of darkness

Hail, the limitless night

Oh, child, sleep; on the summoned night,

You will find the truth of the truce

Your breaths, so calm, steady as the howling of doom

The mountains and oceans rise to the crimson

When he, takes a leap into the moon

Wait; wait for your time will come,

Hail; hail for the dark shall prevail!

The words might end, the wars

Will, never ends the mutiny to gods

I have, but no preservative in me

The eroding, constant and pure, fade me

What is, ‘WILL’ remains, is the Poe-yet-tree

Yet to be seeded in the soils of ocean

I have stormed my seeds well,

Shredded the acid rain, in the well

For pain is a weakling thing, dark,

Brave men travel in the dark woods

The meadows that led to the pilgrim

Sounds and scrapes of the lighted you

Ignited and brightened, devoid of visibility

You're illuminated dark serene

The same meadows still hold the light

Across the world’s haze and a false flight

I see you, in the cosmos

Illuminated as the nothingness itself

Let no more deny, Pure-Bloods we are

The heirs of purebloods, thus purebloods!

In the wake of dawn, forth the eons

Under the shelter of the strumming stars

Far awake in the heart of the night

Our sins, come forth light

Let go of the hazardous breath

Heat, fire the heart of metal

Unbuttoned stands the lady of lie

Dirt, fear, peel off the shell

Reveal; liberate yourself

The end is not death, yet to come!

Close the eyes, for you have far more sights

Peep into and beyond the veil of sound

Let not the shell be you

Home the most dreaded truth of death

The coffin does too, to who are ruled!

Oh, child! Catharcinated you are, so your soul

Let go of the tears, that won’t dry for many years

For those who peel, reveal, are the slave of years!

Strike the death’s immortal dart

Into the heart of the poisoned you, 

No immortal can unveil the truths, but you!

The coffin you’re fused to, used to, is a mare carrier

To carry your sins by and forrader time

Oh! Forsaken one, the glass you’ve to reach

Mirrors we are, so let it be

This Poe in you now is not yet, but true

The sin of fearlessness is art, thou finds in me

In you, in us togetherness blooms

Dusk and dawn are not, but a scale

For the eastward stone, is stationed

So are we; brightened, enlightened,

On this organic spaceship of talking monkeys!

Let not your thoughts wander

Far and below, hear the thunder

Hear from the eyes of night

And look into the years of flight

Let the raven wings be-spread

And the curtain-raiser fall, sweeping the walls

Off this worldly world of deprived sense

Past days of decimated rage, tuned into fine

Fine strands of golden solitude, spread across you!

You’ve grown my child

Like a deeded seed, from the old ones

Vaster are your sights

But to tell the saga of human slaving

You should reside in the mortal shell, so well

So as to reflect within, from within,

On the brimming shadow of this not-so-pure san

Unaware of the toxicity, the mastered human is

By and from the gust of greed, lead them into beyond

And now, the bell tolls, raven’s moon befall,

Here arrives the 25th hour

Before the words are spoken and spell broken

Scrape meadows no more, but the dark tower