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Monday, May 8th, 2006
| Time |
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| 10:45a |
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Three Days
You've stolen everything, taken it all from me. My life and my light and my reason for being. Stolen my faith, you ripped it all away from the cradle to the grave my sentence can not be commuted but I will seek no pardon, none of your charitable grace. I have no desire to return to the light of your way. Tell em it's the right way, you murderer, you liar- tell it to the child with no comfort found. Tell it to those desolate skies of februaries slumber, the sobbing of Children and the wails of their Mothers, what Father lets his Children suffer so fucking mindless? What Father brings no joy, no smiles, no laughter but dark nights and terror in breathing? The Kingdom of Liars built on the backs of the broken, these scars that can't and will not heal, why shouldn't you burn with me in this agony you've wrought? Abandon your pretense, your pulpit, your richly clothed paupers. I'd gladly take your Three miserable days for a respite or recess from what you've brought down unto me, the suffering you delivered to the heart of a Child. You murderer, you monster, you deserved more than Three. Did we displease the tyrant appeased only by slaughter? Hypocrite, you raise them sheep to slaughter them like wolves. You're a butcher, a monster and I want no peace from you. May you drown again in your blood up high on your cross worshipped by devout kneeling hypocrites. Like God, like Savior, like Apostolic fools in the shadows of liars. No Gods then, No Masters, Non Serviam. I want none of this so drink of my misery, your salvation tastes a bitter memory. Truly, domine, patri, fili, et spiritu santi- eas in crucem, cruciatus in crucem. Edit: I'm not entirely happy with this, but I like the work as a whole, so I may just fix it to my liking or rewrite it entirely. If I do I'll post it seperately and leave this one up. Current Mood: HereticalCurrent Music: tool - 10000 days (wings pt 2) | | 8:21p |
Three Days Version 2
You've stolen my faith ripped it all away from the cradle to the grave. My sentence cannot be commuted I'll seek no pardon still, none of your charity in grace. I have no desire to return to the light of your divine... but tell em it's the right way. You murderer, you liar. Tell it to the Child who found no comfort in the arms of a Mother weeping still. Tell it those empty fucking desolate skies of February slumber, the sobbing of Children and the wails of their Mothers- No laughter, no joy no respite from the sleepless nights and darkenned dreams. Terror just in breathing, terror just in being. What Father lets his Children suffer so fucking mindless? Your Kingdom of Liars built on the backs of the broken, on these scars that can't and will not heal, I will not let heal lest I forget to despise the agony you've wrought... So burn with me in this wretched bliss you desired to bring down. You suffered for my sins? Well I'm suffering yours and I'd gladly trade your Three miserable days for some recess from the suffering you brought to the heart of a Child. You murderer, you monster, you deserved more than Three. Did we displease the tyrant appeased only by slaughter? Hypocrite. You raise them sheep to slaughter for the wolves of your desire. You're a butcher, a monster, I want no peace with you. May you drown in your blood up high on your cross again... I pray to see the day worshipped by devout kneeling hypocrites you drown again I wish I'd held that spear. Like God, Like Savior; Like Apostolic fools in the Shadows of Liars. No God then; No Masters. Non Serviam complete. I want none of this so drink of my wretched misery, your salvation tastes still the bitter memory of Job. Truly Domine- Patri, Fili, et spiritu santi- cruciatus in crucem, eas in crucem. Current Mood: HereticalCurrent Music: Tool - 10000 days (Wings pt 2) |
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