Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Take me to Church (Black Widow Remix)
My lover's like knife-edge, she's colder than ice.
She don't bother feigning a little bit nice.
Woman that boss, tried to make her my wife.
And black widow they pair, yes, for only one night.
You're looking me down, so high up on your perch.
And sizing me up for your black little hearse.
I've abandoned the upward, I'm just getting worse.
Please rescue, please darling, pray take me to church!
I'll beg like a dog at the shrine of your lies.
If I can't take the lows I'm not worthy the highs.
I'll be licking your face as you twist in the knife.
"Roll over, good dog!" Let me give you my life!
You're looking me down, so high up on your perch.
I won't be your last, certain I'm not the first.
So give me death deathless for all that it's worth.
Do consecrate darling, pray take me to church!
I'm dirty, so tainted: original sin.
The demon's delight and the angel's chagrin.
Now say me farewell to this realm full of men.
So take me to church! Hallelujah! Amen!
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Poetry remix of Hozier's - Take me to Church
Friday, February 20, 2015
Gemini Complex
I am the one who courts the dark.
I am the suitor of the spark.
Reach from mine mythology.
I am the voice of reverie.
I am the watcher on the wall.
And the tragedy befall.
I am the sword beyond the shield.
I am the farmer of the field.
I am before the seas did pool.
I tricked the scholar, learned the fool.
I am the athlete's crippled friend.
'N I'll be after world does end.
I am the killer, cried the tears.
I am the voice that no one hears.
Erudite, illiterate much.
I am the sum you cannot touch.
I am the not so distant stars.
I am the hurt that left the scars.
I am the stardust of the dirt.
I am the heavens on the earth.
I am the knot that breaks you stride.
Was never born, so cannot die.
In the mud that worm does writhe.
I am the great and smallest size.
Reach from mine infinity.
I am the angst you cannot free.
Preach from mine mythology.
I am what I am strive to be.
Thursday, January 22, 2015
Friday, January 9, 2015
Song of Reprieve
From this fate most heinous, save:
The castigation of the grave.
Men, they all must meet their death.
Though time approaches, beg, "Not yet!"
And I, the Demon's Head, do pray
Behalf this man I send today.
Forgive his vices, pardon sins.
This man I send: do pity him.
Flames of Hell, reserve your ire.
Do not kiss him with your fire.
And succubi, who hold such sway,
When him you see, do look away.
'Cause Death, unbiased, comes for all.
And Hell, a place that all men fall.
This man I send, receive him well.
And give him comfort in his cell.
Thus I, the Demon's Head, command:
Do no torture to this man.
So succubi, just turn away.
And flames of Hell, you stay at bay.
Until I come back down to reign,
This man incurs no further pain.
I stripped the life from out his breast.
His eyes, they begged me, "Sir, not yet!"
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This is my verse rendition of Ras al Guhl's dark prayer from Arrow season 3 mid-season finale
Friday, January 2, 2015
Sunday, November 30, 2014
One Last Breath (Creed Cover)
Please come now, and hold me now.
Before much longer, I'm 'neath the ground.
But before they drag me deeply under,
I yell back when I hear thunder.
But all cried out, I've one last breath.
And after one last breath is death.
I'm down to one last breath I said.
And after one last breath I'm dead.
I called out to the one that made me.
Mother, Heaven, someone, save me!
I'm six feet from the precipice
And the view from here, it looks like bliss.
Hold me now, and please come now.
I'm six feet distant from the ground.
Hold me 'cause I'm thinking how,
maybe six ain't so far down.
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Poetry cover of Creed - One Last Breath in iambic pentameter
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