Tag: final war
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Lost origin of hate
Malignant religion Pregnant with ignorance Lingering hatreds, ageold Feuding blood fuelling wars. Fuligin sky scorched undercoat, cloven surcoat Liver, loving blood heretofore circuited Outslithering blood ophidian Sers fall cut, it is not a war where only peasants die Bullets like plague unsparing, farmers and kings alike A die cast from a God’s hand. Obfuscation of…
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Prophesied Great Turk’s Arrival
Ceasing occident Fusing orient Furies heavensent Orbs bent out of orbit. You said that ere he existed, he was now dead or merely hated existence Loathing creation, artist lately elated devastated at what truthing light reads failure Feeding a novel into the hungry grate Sating themselves with loathing of him, with sin Styxworthy indictments frightening…
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Chronicles of the Dusk Ages IV – Last Charge of the Ferrathian Glyders
They told no one their name that was not of their tribe It was I who slyly bribed their scribe, he saw I was not a rival but a learned man He could not speak it but took pen in hand and wrote it there on the animal-candied margin banding his annals Ferrathians of the…
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Angels Weakened by Chain of Flesh
They scream as weak skin shirts them “My flesh is covered with maggots and clods of dirt.” Angels made from radiance descended Light as from the halving dance of radiation And in lust were turned If a thing of flame couple with flesh, should not that flesh be burnt The fruit of forbidden urge once…
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CRUSADE
Hephaestus of the lean-to, the villages hammydown armours seen to As if they were Pope’s robes purple as peacock’s tail fanned like a winning hand to mock the downy cygnets, parading that office He mends lockets, shoes oxen, builds strongboxes, tests locks, ensures a sword’ll knock through an enemy’s props and drop him He beats…
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