HateFlows

Slittering in the night A very special kind of delight A woman dressed in black Ready to send the men into attack They're lurking like they have nothing Ready to give up everything A powerful omen has begun Let's wait until this day is done (scream) The sun has disappeared (scream) It will never reappear (scream) I name thee the gates (scream) gates of hell No divine will can penetrate This gate of eternal hate Of upheaval and unrest Let the demons slay the best The flames are burning in the land Everything will turn to sand The seed you reap will never grow You have nothing to sow (scream) The sun has disappeared (s

It's past midnight And I'm dreaming awake, An endless dream Where you're far from me I have been lost for so long Yet I never lost the love I have for you When will I wake up? If I'm not dreaming at all

Why in the world are you here? In a land that can't see you clear? Why in the world are you here? Must I not live anymore because the end is at it's near? Why in the world are you here? To give meaning to a hollowed shell without nothing to bare? To govern my thoughts, To segregate the worst To heighten my senses or just to topple the ghost? To give up my beastial side and become morally wounded? Or to  bring back my instincts which will help me, live to the fullest The lies all brewing in this falsified world, Shatter reality and create the absurd This world is without bearing and we're all going to end.

To be down To be blue To be eternally crude To not know what it really means To confuse the literal fusion Of union, of man and woman To venture forth into the extreme To reflect the failures of trying To just now explore and deny The true nature of feelings And feel it's a lie Eternally weaken by drought Venture forth into the unknown Now I know what it really means, To frown. Another day, did it come? Where am I, where? All I see are my failures, surrounding me. But this time, I had one, no, many, with me. I amaze in their caring nature They love me like no other Is this one of those dreams? No, I can feel her breath f

Living for 20 years Under the guidance of the devil Has tarnished the image of Human Nature Raised by a greedy fool Who loved only silver and gold 20 years I have waited Patiently abosrbing everything 20 years, I have endured A nagging mouth Which sprouted only contradictions Fallacies, Hypocrisy, Lies All was endured for 20 years Raised by no one Housed by someone The difference is what it beholds Can be greatly told from the anals of time I am now 20, the age of iron Ready to spread my wings Cause havoc And vengeful affliction

A by far concern for most of us A still portrait of what has yet to come A total ignorace for what is needed An ensemble for faith A transgressive truce of both worlds A symphonic tune of the most kind A far reach for the warmth A painful view for some The digression of what or may A simple yet complex brutality for who is afflicted A magnificent display beyond the surreal A thunderous clap for those who value An example for what I may tune A channel for expression A clamp that tears rather than hold Of the unfortunate Yet still be dumbfounded Never truly does the entanglement of two Brings so much meaning to all who are tru

In context to the gritty nature of man Of floresque, Of pubescent, We derive the thinking ways of the old The day of defeat, Of the monstrous anxiety Eaten by desire and whistles of the unknown Scattered remains of the bold, Descendants from the times old, Never changed a facet An outlet, in which disaster could, Irrationality sprout Ambigous and deceitful Springs fort the molten hale Of paradox and contradict Of what to think.. The plight of the Maximillian Armor made of steel Protects the stature of man vigor and full of zeal Unbeknownst to many, A rigor full of green Hides within the iron protection of Maximillians S

Scrolls of the Squire: The One I love Of beauty and mystery Of Shades of Blue and Green The majesty of superiority You are my Queen Eyes of glass, Skin of silk A fine lass Color of milk A dispersion of graceful and yet exquisite flow Of earthen yet precious gold A might so sudden and pure Men will surely enough endure Of serious intentions of molten black A dagger of intentions of pompous hag A quite extension of reality In this abomination’s sack Quite a mask of a pig you wore while you prowl Of shadowy deceit you certainly endow Of darken eventuality maximizes your sprout For I now will surely doubt.