Coffin fodder

The time has come
To rise again
Freedom lift thy sewered hem
Free from beasts and skewered men.

My dreams unroll
Ten thousand fold
Their world will never take me
They will never desecrate my soul.

The stars I have grasped
Are so far lonely constellations
And wishing on those stars
My spirit bars annihilation.

From earthen miseries
Hosts of most fell forms of greed
Ghosts of pearly gate remissions.

Forever haunting me
Slit the witch and watch him bleed
As with any inquisition.

Lying from the start
The preachers piled their craft
Scoffing elder glories
And dying, I depart
To make their sunken hearts
A coffin for their stories.

The time is past
The falter when
Freedom slips my sombre pen
And the gates to wolves break open then.

My feelings may
Seem constant prey
But claws no more will rake me
Those w****s have fled to darker days.

Above and beyond

I have wronged in my position
But now the winds are strong
To soar from Babel's vision.

Of cutthroat jealousies
Dock to dock these mongrels breed
Dogs of fogged derision.

Pacing, soon to be
Back to pack mentality
When my killing moon is risen.

Trying from the start
These creatures of the dark
Were quaffing morning glories
And dying, I depart
To make their drunken hearts
A coffin for their stories.

Innovation in ovation
Imagination stirs.

Somewhere the dusk is lining
Red the shore of a roaring sea
And though loved there is someone pining
For the waves of blood to run and rescue me:.

The time has come
To rise again
Freedom lift thy sewered hem
Free from beasts and skewered men.

My dreams unroll
Ten thousand fold
Their world will never take me
They will never desecrate my soul.

Their world will never break me
They will never desecrate my soul