Paradigms Sin

Through scars of a bloody past they view the world
Through wounds inflicted by ancient children they live.
Breathing hatred, breathing agony, Bleeding despair
No hope just anger
No love only revenge.
Their true enemy is their memory,
The memory that battles progress.
They can’t escape the paradigm,
they seek transgressions
they hate what they find.
It is their addiction.

Blind to their sins they preach broken truths,
justice born from death is what they seek.
That corrupted spawn they worship,
scion of hate and deception.
For this they live.
For this they die.
Blinded,
From within.
Blinded
By paradigms sin.

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Grey Matter (The Crooked Forge)

My mother maybe black and my father yellow.
My eyes brown and skin tan.
My hair black and teeth white
But grey is my mind.
Does it matter the color of my minds matter
That grey glob that sits secure
Shielded from ignorance forged in piano keys
tempered in crimson and gold.

Ignorance and hate are glass and crystal
Amplifying the fears of our ruby hearts.
Precious things.
Lime and coal mark our souls
We had no choice.
Stuck in the past they die at last.
Leaving their Cooked forge behind.

Enigmatic Dirge

My feet bleed from acres marched in righteous pride
My bones cry from weight forced by songs of humility
My muscles ache from somber joy sealed from inside
My lungs shudder within the depths of mercies endless sea.

Unspeakable joy fuels my vacant soul
Unfathomable grace clothes my tattered mind
Unbreakable hope is in my heart to hold
Unshakeable mercy in my hands to bind

Dusty Love

The gray dusk haze wraps its palms around my neck

The tired heavens sighs as it rests its sullen eyes

Calloused feet slide wearily across the old crying deck

The inky night slowly captures blazing celestial fireflies.

A salty gem descends your porcelain face

You tremble sending quakes into my heart

Emotions weave silently into my heart of lace

A rogue prayer is murmured for us to never part.

Through my windows I stare into your depths

And through mine you see my hidden truth

From crooked ceiling to down my hoary steps

From my shadowed basement to my rusty roof.

But through my bloody panes I through my lust

And now I wait for you to show your love coated in dust.