the song runs a steady stream through
time, as each river
move towards the oceanic peril
of misery, death, darkness, looming
over the ever present watchful
eye, seeing all that
which is, and
which is not
the plot, spiders spin deceit
in webs, moving home
to a captured nuisance
Sound the Trumpets!
The Tower has broken!
The fall of man is now!
For how? How? Could we
reduce ourselves to this
pitiful and disgusting way?
It is time! Scream rings the anvil!
Swords are now bullets
Bullets are now running
Towards the misery
Towards the death
Towards the dark sky
Towards a las breath!
Can’t you hear the end? It is
in the very lines that run
from a single brook
to a current that washes away
all things, all moments, gravities play
O yes, we can see, we can see
Moria, moria, reduce, reduce!
O but no, the simple daisy flying true
like the clear blue sky noon!
It’s whisper over the fern
Is that the way, yes, the way is in turn
Who now comes? Now coming who?
Is the turn, centuries, forbidden?
Or is this just misgiving? No
The way walks it’s own path
and the desolate walker’s dream
in past memories
of sunken sullage
draining down, to turn the tide
like gastrophy inside
Run fields! Flowers bide your time!
Darkness is running the yield tonight!
Let no light go out, no first born blood
upon the door, to enter
Only One way in, through Moria
Moria, the death of the kin
goblins, trolls, darkness within!
like Dragon’s holding treasure white
inside captures perilous blight
songs in time, death doth ring the well
for present hell, swells, swell, swells
Opening to portal, seen! Capture!
Rapture! With our own, Relapsing!
What rings doth we hear? The Heart?
Is it true? Is it in start?
O yes, the time for War, overriding hatred
kill all who are in waiting
Fresh, flowers, grow from the reigning power
in showers, do they mean fire
of earth, of sky, of tempest seed
the light of this is riding things
that impede our force, as globality
sources the force
The Source of time does not wither
Nor thither does divine, for hourly
sunshine lights the path for us!
For darkness of the eye, the Is
Of what is coming to much!
O can’t you see, the song of
time! In the, lines that are mine!
It rises through currents
It sings through whiteness
It brings excitement, and
death does ride it!
Preaching prize simple but found
death underground, river’s abound’
to the source, the sky! The oceanic mound
We run like the daisy who lives beyond sound!
Tangible letters unwinding the spider
who webs Nebula into the insider
For outward the silken web of thought
transpires in the death, action brought
dreams torn, my old self gone
Now a force beyond the song
ever temple, residing bang
death doth preach us to your name
the harbouring cold is here
the front of winter breaches clear
the song of death is the fear
of each of us to the year
Where does seven years ago?
Down deep below the sorrow
for hell opens wide and
yet roots of trees
grown like men
provide us with what we need
so harness the old times nend
the design of light
the song that moves the heart
i’m going to begin and hit the mark
the arrow sent from the eye
death does shine
but now the tune of death
death is a lonely rider
whose horse doesn’t missguided
to where, to what, each example
light gives imprisoned
like the single song of wisdom
but for this we ride, out the storm
of time, it moves down the line!!!
o yes, can’t you see, that we, are temporarily free
from the words, of tone, of sight
in sound, reaching spheres abound
like misery emotion
comes a found
like now, now we are here
like a river moving clear
we can see, the places fear
of now, in how, o dear
heart’s will seldom sing
but current’s of death bring
us to the sling of things
horn the trumpet, the sound again!
it is death’s own chosen plan!
how can we save
the distance between this
of good and evil bading
the time forsaking
we are making
another form as fate
death’s gate! Wisdom of late!
NOW is the time
NOW we see the crime
reigning death sublime
yes it is
but the song of hope
it rings throughout all temple shine
so that each of us
can hope, pray, tend to the wounds
that never replace what has come
to be, and past, and will pass
for this is where we reside
in the apparent reality
we have to make amends
we have to turn the corner bend
There is no saving God
Or Rod that gives in
It is our own destiny we make
For we live beyond fate
and time of free-will is choice
as of late
But as the song rushes through me
my body is cocooned in radiant love
it is like, how can this be?
Our life, reality? Turned to War
It is so odd, to think of the times
but when past, we wish children
were us again…
Yet, as the song switches
and begins to show its way
the evil one side
light the other grave
for no saving grace is here today!
This day, it announces something great
but what is it? We will have to wait
for many songs ring through the 21
but that was just the beginning
of what was one
two plus one has to reduce to nil
but energy is always present still
Love the shore, come to the hill
For people hold fortress against evil
we never will run
we never will hide
we never will dismiss hatred through guise
what is real, what is real, is this
That we are facing the time of the Fist
No handshake, no love, nor peace can win
But reigning the death from above, within
can save us, can save you
For the eye searches, reaching through
I can see, i can see
death destruction apparently
but nothing so kind, as my RM
for i can sense the plan
Collide, retake what is not yours
force field ties close
No more love, peace or will
time to enter warmongers kill
Dragon’s always rise
Never to deny
that fate of one is the master
and from the beginning guise
I had shown you lies
that lies on lies to grow to this
I am the plan, the current, the fist
O wait, no i’m not, just riddle that
walking fast, the monsters lash
swords steel and combat
like nowhere before
but found us now
we are the current river going outloud
the time of ocean peril is gone
for the oil has deathbed that song
it is war, it is rhythm, it is sacred ground
that I preach from now outloud
I am not here, nor am I there
Where is this place I stand now here?
IT is groundless, eternity now
but I wish to show you how
from gathering ways, of picturing glances
substances and mirrored outlandish
tactics and guise, formula’s and lies
I am now here, there is no more time
going beyond the world and now back
attack on attack from “some buddhist FACK”
but what i say, is that all realms play
and as I return, you will see it that way
War, death, destruction, millions will perish
for to close, we are, to the millionth error
that formulates attacks, and ends clear
This is the final end, for we are near a deep helm
hold the castle! Warn the men, let the attack hold of then
Many things come back to flows
but destruction now knows
For fighting one, you fight us all
for we can see this from the stall
The tree has grown
the peril has shaken
the time for midnight hour has awakened
it is like this peace of mind
this warrior and fiend
leave the past behind
Slash, hit, die
Kill, eternal lies
Preach the ISIS Demise
For War we see, that
infact peace is not that
and boom and bust
and bust to boom
war and peace
are a cycle too
Middle way, to the end
Corner of no-bend
light sends us
The fires of light burn the time
but the time of force comes outlined
and the substance conflagration and bombs
the siddhi of natural history
then develops into missfits misery
so what does the end say?
It preaches find your own way!
Light has never ended
Nor has darkness grown bright
But for our peril
Reach out for God’s own Sight
For you may lose, a chance at this realm
but how do you know, the next
is not felt?
I have told you of the things
that have gone upon
the world, the past, the edge
out last, this time
is like a sublime Milton standard line
for peace is a river that doesn’t end
but continues down the mountain again
to reach the stream, and come alive
for each of us, are a droplet from the eye