99 The Assassination of Dark Poetry

by Anthony Brooks

Eve defying the grand

  Or is of Earth and the popular demand

 

  God only knows what has come of his mind

  As he does relax it covers the blinds

  When humans touch his soul the tears they do climb

  As the end is drawing near His passion reclines

 

  The creations he made turn out to have sin

  For no one he made is as perfect as him

  For this he is alone for ever time nearing grim

  As the light around his halo is draining to dim

 

  The dreams more like nightmares as time goes on

  The tears now flowing as evil gains spawn

  Uncontrollable is he from the ancients of dawn

  For now is the time his dreams are not born

 

  As the water from his eyes are cast with doubt

  The water cannot fill his creations sure drought

  The pain he does feel is no longer to mount

  For he has no focus as he has lost his count

 

 

  As his eyes do open from the passion of dreams

  Realization sets in as Lucifer does scream

  One more time will he try to relinquish the stream

  Of tears he did cast that will ever stop the bleed

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  Satans Rolex

 

 

  As the gates of hell open up to reveal

  A yawning Satan tired of the shpeel

  He thinks to himself why should I steal

  For once I will buy what I know it not real

 

  Through ancient time during Atlantis reign

  The gift from heaven was not Satans gain

  For his world of ever dark had no sun to refrain

  And allow him to know the time to bring pain

 

  He would send the black angels of death to the earth

  None would come back as they burnt upon birth

  Revealing no time he would begin to cry

  As the tears of the clown now finally would die

 

  Be a man with no reason and relic of time

  Is a man with no season pleasant to rhyme

  Satan knew that this was the result of the climb

  As this punishment lasted as long as the prime

 

  As Lucifer walks a lonely mans path

  He sees in the mirror his dragon of laughs

  In the clutches of this dragons dead claw

  Lies a jewel that he knows would end time in all

 

  This Jewel was relinquished from a man on a stool

  The man stated whomever wore this will rule

  So Satan slipped it on and noticed how cruel

  That the item on his wrist was to give him the fuel

 

  Finally this item would now tell him time

  It will lead to demise of earth as he climbed

  But when he did reach at the top of earth’s brow

  He looked down as the watch told him to strike now

 

  As he surfaced during day his armada did decline

  Back to depths of hell don’t forget all the prime

  As the angels of light laughed out loud at the mime

  As his watch was a fake straight from the arm of the divine

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  Dreams of Reality

 

 

  The others were calling

  Can you hear them scream

  The call isn’t pleasant

  The call of your dreams

  As you enter the silent

  As you enter your sleep

  You may hear them calling

  But you won’t hear them speak

  Darkness sets in

  Visions become a friend

  However as you begin

  The quest for the never end

  The Dark ones are on the prowl

  Over your shoulder look now

  For the light of the corpse

  Is crumbing down to remorse

  The fire from the fingers

  The fire oh how it lingers

  As it shoots through your heart

  As it opens your soul apart

  Revealing your inner self

  As your hone your soulless form

  As you feel your body scorn

  Feel the wrath of lonely nights

  Becoming one with ghoulish rights

  Now you may walk for ever time

  Go nowhere with ever rhyme

  As now you are one of them

  Feel the breath of ever sin

  Hear the lord’s name in vein

  As he was nowhere to offer hand

  Realize that all this pain

  Is from your soul splitting into rain

  Is that him in far off sight

  Looking dark with eyes of fright

  He does fly with awful strain

  He does cry with sinful gain

  Approaches you with fiery glance

  In your soul is where will stand

  Reaching low into your hand

  Giving a blow with reprimand

  And as you recite this line

  Knowing no god cites this climb

  Your eyes open from behind

  See yourself now from rewind

  Live your days out as you cry

  Live your days like your alive

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  Rain of Fire

 

  Volcanoes erupt as the earth stood still

  As shadows cast objects of relentless kill

  The rocks ignite from the blows beyond hell

  As the angels view life as the rocks excel

  They flew to the rocks with mighty wings

  The rocks from Satans hand casting spells of rings

  As the mighty birds of light cast the spell

  The toneless tones emit from his bell

  The birds hear the call of the mighty king

  The birds fall to hell with a vicious ring

  Banshees await with the power of sting

  As scorpions propel from the lifeless fling

  The birds of light propel deeper in hell

  The birds of might finally cast that spell

  The volcanoes now emit its own light

  As the rain of fire is now in its might

  Ghost’s rebel as the bells ring is slow

  The mighty birds have carried them low

  The dragons of death deliver their blow

  As the rain of fire is now beyond glow

  The birds of right form a circle of life

  The power from God emits a striking of light

  As the sun of Jeremiah now stands in the fight

  The rain of fire is put out of its life

  The birds of might now cherish the world

  As darkness
no longer in the evenness of lore

  Satan’s fire put out by the good of the blow

  Satan’s fire put out by the halos of glow

  Time no More

 

 

  What time will it be when time is no more?

  Will the earth still spin around heaven’s door?

  Is time a bigot? no it gets us all

  Try and run from it? No in the end you will fall

 

  What time will it be when you’re happy with you?

  Is there enough time to make this come true?

  Is happiness selective? Come on get a clue

  At least that's what the bird said the last time he flew

 

  At the end of time, she will be alone

  Is that the secret to life’s drone?

  If that’s life secret I am ahead of the game

  For I am all alone, isn't that a shame

 

  Time is a racist I unfortunately found

  Ask me how? I won’t say a sound

  For if I reveal who she allows to go on

  I will have to put up with all of you, my mind will be gone

 

  She lied to me along with the bird

  She said I can’t believe you fell for my word

  What time will be when time is no more?

  I wish I could tell you but I am dead on the floor

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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