- the truth is unseen by words unwritten the light holds the keys that darkness hides the answers to the heavens trick souls to the hell it hides in it's dark clouds loaded with lies and truth of salvation from this ugly garden of eden that we have since long forgot about and longed to return to the broken sanctuary that every soul has seen with it's minds eye that is clouded by the heavenly desires of earth and all whom inhabit this beautifully black world that is stained red by the thoughts and deeds of us incests that cling to it like parasites feeding so we may sooner be destroyed by our own power rather than that of our weapons which we stock piles to wage war against the others beliefs and honors no one who survives the useless slaughter of lambs upon the sacred massacre spot that is dyed with the forest that over grown this new city into a utopia that no man will ever see beyond the walls of his own mind will soon crush him for his body cannot support the weight of promises made and grudges that will never fade from sight as they can be seen on the hallowed walls of this ancient building covered in the voices of the youth that are simply oblivious to the consequences of our society on the hell we call earth lives every being of every size and we treat them with genocide and kindness that all beings deserve the right to speak but the truth is hidden in the hearts if the victims that never made it out alive to recount the things they saw as there short life passed into heavens black iron gates that arte locked by chains of souls strung on the life of the being they devoured to keep them alive long enough to find some joy in the life they were so carelessly given away so others may use it to live on their small island that keeps others out and keeps them inside trapped with sin that others never fear to die and trow away a life that they thought was meaningless existence to the soul that they wished to see without being able to grasp the truth behind the shadows that hid it so it would nit be tainted by shadows.that made it this way to the heart off all creation is in the begining of nothing since nothing has existed for the longest time of death is the piont when a being's heart stops seeing and starts bealing in god said that it was good things come for those who wait until the end of time is ever turning the cogs of riddles in the darkness was first then came the light that we see before us an ocean of blood that falls from our hearts on fire from the passion of our love for each other will burn into the memories of those around us will never forget us those who perished so you may live on in this joyful world we call home for so long waiting for the ancient heroes to return from the empty fields of lifeless bodies strewn to the wind like dead leaves falling from the tree of life is withering from our torture of it
- by Romantic Infection |
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- | Submitted on 10/12/2008 |
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- Title: riddle of lies
- Artist: Romantic Infection
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Description:
this poem is very unique in how is written and read, the whole poem is technically one long sentence, but when you read it it is formed by interlinking sentences using the ending words from the previous sentence as the start for the new one.
those with no imagination need not try, nor those with a lack of understanding - Date: 10/12/2008
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Comments (5 Comments)
- Romantic Infection - 03/03/2009
- the things is if you split this up then the whole thing becomes broken and is no longer meaningful granted while i wrote this in an almost comatose state it is still coherent, plus i think it's very unique in the way i wrote it. yes it is a chunk of text, but that's part of the riddle!
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- Pyrrhic Victini - 02/18/2009
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I-I want to read this,
but the wall o' text keeps me from it.
I'm sorry, but I gotta agree with Summer & Arctik - this needs to be split up. - Report As Spam
- Arctik Fox - 01/08/2009
- holy cow! well the parts i read were very good, but, I'm sorry, if you had separated it up a bit it would be less of a head ache to read. how did you manage to write that much any way??
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- Summer Fallwinterspring - 10/12/2008
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Nobody loves you so much that they'd wade through that chunk of text for you.
Not even Jesus loves you that much.
And since I'm so irritated that you deleted my comment, I think I shall post it on your gallery page as well, for quick and easy access should you delete it again. - Report As Spam