Below the Surface(Dropped) Below the surface;
Hands wrapped around the neck
Taught a lesson you won't soon forget~
Seconds turn to hours turn to days
How long before you're allowed to rise?
~Catch your breath. . .~
Don't count on a greeting from your god just yet,
He counts the days 'till you repay your mortal debt. . .
Plunged beneath; taught a lesson you won't soon forget;
Next time it'll be seven feet. . .
Eliminate the DisciplesEliminate the disciples
Of what we once thought was pure;
Drown their children--
All of their descendants
The roots of a god--thought to be untainted--
Now brought to light--truth revealed--
Now burn it's children
Contain the plague before it spreads too far
Crush--these self-righteous pricks
Eliminate the disciples--eliminate--
It must be stopped here;
It must be stopped--before it spreads too far
Eliminate. . . what we once thought was pure
The Girl“Once you learn to fly, the birds lose their mysticism; at least, that’s what they say. But what about those amongst us who never learn to fly; who should never graze the sun, but instead are damned to crawl the muck of the earth? Those of us who can fly are few; those of us who can walk the valley and return unscathed more common. But those of us who walk the dark alone and plummet through to the abyss; who truly know The Depths. . . we are just as rare as those who rise and plummet above us, but much more common than one would ever expect. We plummet and plummet, doomed to never see a ray of light or hope again; never had, perhaps, and any chance there once was, was obliterated as we braced ourselves for the ground when we tripped one night, but those outstretched hands never touched the ground—“
Mother couldn’t continue reading. She knew that her child was having some sort of issues, but she had never thought that she would
Crimson PetalAs the last crimson petal reaches earth
Chaos erupts into the world outside
And the last salvation is given birth
The child who's power doth reside;
who shall bear witness to the collapse,
Crimson child takes up arms in iron clasp
Discovering relentless worlds which turn
The moral man into heedless beast.
Forsake his life to become a god;
Or live as mortal man to free the chaste?
Break from condemnation, expose the fraud
O! Crimson Child who found thy release,
Guide their souls to bond, or lead our souls to peace. . .