Featuring Android, Truth Iscariot, and Witty.
The Burning Man
Smother these flames.
Douse them with something
to soothe the soul.
The sticks are being
charred black in this bag,
of flesh and mismatched parts.
- Although the burning
lights and illuminates,
the faceless portraits
of which I'd never seen
Hanging in the dark.
My thoughts were once raveled like the masses of grazing cattle
Inhibitions neatly stacked inside of my mind – the mechanism embattled
My soul was once whole controlled by the views of the populace
Which populate peaceful the broken Metropolis
Its shattered shards ranging from Annapolis to Demopolis
The downed leader mutinied by monopolists
The resting place of the dishonored witch
which only tried to do well
These visions were the igniter to the everlasting flames of hell
To burns into my thoughts and my soul as well
The tone of bells sounds as my brain begins to burn
While praying that the pain rescinds, I've learned
That faith in him's absurd, and blatant sin
Only causes pain within, my words were vacant...thin...
-returned-
Unread and Unopened, The Son's dead..The Sun's broken
They once said that love's hope can overcome oceans
of misery, but the potion they give to me, is potent
I'm history...just a loaded gun's notion
And even as I'm still alive, I'm turning in my grave
The burning of the brain was beneficial
It was the closest thing to spiritual
That resembled my fleshy frame yearning pain
Like a Martyr seeking the key to his oak inspired veins
The knowledge of Olympus – Mine, it became
Poseidon’s depth and wisdom akin to mine. The same.
The power's sinking in, am I insane?
Defiant flames scorch preachers and prophets, a crying shame
Those that taught peace....Jesus....Mohammed...now die in pain
My eye is trained on the demons that tie the chains
To those whose words were specious, the silent saints
Violence maims the pious, as their tight restraints
Cut against their skin, I see their pain...the glee
On Satan's face, as the heat melts the chains, I'm free
While they grieve in heinous seas of disdain, disease
My mind is already burning, and now my brain receives
An ultimatum....please....take away their pain...
And give the flames to me
This acquisition reigned over the Burning tempest
Declared itself master but the suffering was finished
I felt no plight, nor need for repentance
The chains of the deities’ sob as their chains diminish
To bits of rubble laying before me
The gods used to mock; now they abhor me
The Burning Man
Spiralling out of control,
my conscience is dancing.
Swaying around my self,
like some submissive hula.
Yet binding my soul together
to the screaming bones
inside the tightening circle
around my chest.
- Reconnecting
all of the shattered parts
and reliving them,
- Over and over.
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Originally Posted by Witty.
