Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Crush Misery

I defy you, soulmonger
I don’t care if you tread on my hand
I can’t go on much longer
But your destructive reign shall soon end
Right, I’m fallen on the ground
You feel strong cause I am defenseless
You make me a slave hands bound
But Hell, how far you are from success!

Don’t you know you help me with my isolation?
Your prison is a place of regeneration
Don’t you see my pain is just mere imitation?
You will feel the burning whips of domination!

I deny you, soulmonger
For you, it seems nothing goes as planned
You only made me stronger
I see you don’t have no friends at hand
I remove every fake wound
My ancient spirit you can’t suppress
I love hearing your last sound
As the fear in your blank eyes confess...

Trying to destroy me was a wrong war to wage
As it was worth nothing but awakened my rage
My hand on this world will bring a new Golden Age!
Your pathetic existence isn’t worth a page

...in the books of history...

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Nice. I just wanna say that u can cross out no :D.g

Lone Poet said...

Thanks! ;) I know I could, but I like it better this way. :P

Amin hosseini nasab said...

youve gone strange my bro.?

Lone Poet said...

:D No, not really, I was just... angry with my misery and I decided to get myself back in shape. :)